Wednesday, 5 August, 1942
The Nurses Home
G.H.N.
5.8.42
My Darling,
So you have had no letter from me for a whole week. I expect that by now you will have had the one I wrote Monday. You do sound to be stuck in a desolate spot. I feel so sorry for you (I mean that too. It isn’t sarcasm).
How old are the pictures they show at that tin shack picture house? I bet they go back to the days of Charlie Chaplin in the silent films. When I read about the fish, chips and ice-cream being mixed together well – I will not say what sort of queer feeling it gave me in my tummy.
You did not bore me with telling me all this, I like to know what you do and see. What about the scenery in that part of the world. Is that disappointing too?
It is my half-day today and as I write this I am thinking that in three weeks time I shall not be writing to you – I shall be with you!
It is my half day to-morrow too. Lucky person aren’t I? We are getting an extra half-day with it being August Bank Holiday week. It is Kit’s half-day tomorrow too, so we are going out to a friends for tea and then going to the pictures in the evening.
I have no news from the Grimethorpe front for you. I am waiting for a letter.
I am afraid this letter is not a long one but I suppose that four pages are better than none at all.
Bye-bye my darling.
All my love, Grace
xxxxxxx
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