Tuesday, 12 January,1943 - Stan's letter

“On the way back”

Tuesday  12.1.43                                                               

My Very Own Darling,

I thought I could use up this hour's wait I have at Doncaster Station to write & tell you that your Mother's “roomatics” are very much better now!  I thought you would be relieved to hear that!!!

But seriously, Darling, I am not feeling to happy with myself at the moment & so I thought that writing to you would relieve my feelings a little.

It was grand to get your letter yesterday & hear once again that you had enjoyed our stay together.  It sounds better every time I hear or read it.  Since you went back, Darling, the time has dragged hopelessly & it already seems years since we were together, despite the fact that only three days have gone.

I have relived those marvellous moments of 1 – 9 Jan over & over again in my mind during the past three days, my Dear, & I think they appear better each time I think of them.

I hope you have got settled down once more into the hum-drum of hospital life.  I am not looking forward to the process when I get back into the office again tomorrow.

Darling, there’s one thing I want you to promise me & that is that you will definitely enquire about trains to & from home before you go again.  I am sure it didn’t ought to take six hours to get to Nottingham.  Fancy having to wait for an hour at Ollerton, too.  I bet you were frozen stiff.  Promise me, won’t you?

And talking about promises; do you remember making one to me in the ‘bus regarding a little matter of photographs?  Don’t keep me in suspense, Darling.

As I was getting ready to come to the Station, John & Janet were just getting ready to start school.  At first I wished that I was in their shoes & then the thought struck me “Well, then I should never have known Grace.”  All the happiness of the last year came flooding back to me, Darling, and I was more than satisfied to remain as I am.  I would not have missed the last year for the world & I certainly do not want to miss what is ahead for the two of us.

I spent Sunday evening & yesterday afternoon at No. 56, but we didn’t talk about anything new. 

Your Father came home from work last night with a sore throat & headache & so after a bit of persuasion he went to bed.  I hope he has recovered by to-day.

Well, Angel, the hour has passed very nicely & so I must pack up now.

I have just been thinking about you.  Its 11 a.m. & I think you will be at a lecture.  They are a nuisance aren’t they, but never mind.  Another nine months & they will be all over! 

I am breaking my journey at Sleaford so that I can slip out to Cranwell to see my Grandmother.  She is a little better than she was last week.

Keep thinking of me Darling as I am thinking always of you.  All my love  Stan  xxxxx

Readers note: both Stan and Grace wrote letters today.  To find Grace's letter, just scroll up on the main screen.

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