Tuesday, 19 January, 1943

G. H. N.

19.1.43     

My Precious Darling,

In a few hours time it will be a week since you started your journey back to Swaffham (can’t remember whether or not it is spelled with one or two “fs”).

How are things with you now?  Is time still dragging or have you settled down to routine again?  You asked me how I was feeling now.  Well – I feel that I am once again a “nurse” but there is one little bit of me that never will be a nurse again.  That bit, Darling, belongs to you.

You asked me also, in your previous letter, if memories of our time together kept popping up.  Yes they do – often.  It was heavenly wasn’t it?

Whenever I think about it though, I wish that I had stayed with you until Monday.  I feel so cross when I think that I am having four whole days off (I’ve a lecture on the fifth) and we shall not even see each other for a few hours.  Four days at home and I shall not be seeing you – I try not to think about it.

That is nothing though Darling, compared with your lot – to think that you will be going miles away from old England.  I am selfish thinking the way I do.  Forgive me Darling – its just the mood that I am in.

Never mind Dear, one day we shall be together for ever & ever.  Remember Precious – whenever you feel a bit down – I am waiting for you.  You told me that I might find waiting for you a hard job.  I shall not, knowing that you have by far the harder task.  You think yourself lucky knowing me but I realise now, how lucky I am having you.

I can also remember you telling me once that you thought if a person travelled around he or she would meet several people that that particular person could be just as happy with.  Darling – if I went to the ends of the earth I would not meet anybody quite like you.

So you thought my conscience ought to have pricked me when I interviewed Matron did you?  Well – I must admit – I did blush a little – but it was worth it.  Reading your letter – which is only about the twentieth time since I received it at 7.15 last p.m. I see you asked me if Kit was going home with me.  No – she has had all her nights off.  I am afraid Kit is in Sister-Tutor’s bad books.  She went to a trade show instead of coming to a lecture last week and turned up late for a lecture last night.  She wishes to be remembered to you, by the way.

Once again it is time for Sister to appear on the scene.  Those at home wish to be remembered to you and please give my love to your family when you write though I shall be seeing them this coming week-end.

All my love as always, Darling.  Grace  xxxxxxx