Wednesday, 5 May, 1943

Nurses Home                                                                                          (21)
G.H.N.

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My Own Darling,

I am sitting by an open window of our sitting room, writing this letter (still at Selston).  It is a glorious day.  The sun is shining and the birds singing.  There is hardly a cloud above and the sky is a lovely blue.  (NOT as blue, I don’t suppose, as your skies out there).   There is just one person missing from the scene and you know who that is, don’t you?

And now to tell you “all the news from the home front”.  There is not much I’m afraid.  Oh!  I must tell you this.  Barnsley is in the news.  I saw in this mornings paper that there has been a murder.  A young girl called Wakefield from Cudworth was found with a fractured skull near that bit of fair ground by the bus station.  The fracture had evidently been caused by hammer found near the girl.  The murderer has not been found yet.

Mother had not much to say in her last letter.  Vera is still in bed, she has not been very well again last week but is feeling better again now.

I went to the pictures Monday night to see “Wake Island”.  It was a very good film.  “Desert Victory” is showing this week-end.  I would like to see it but I am not off duty on Saturday until 5 p.m. and there is not a bus to the picture until 6 p.m., so I doubt whether we should get in.  I don’t feel like queuing (hope that is spelt correctly) in a village Saturday night queue.  However, I suppose I shall get to see it sometime.

What do you think I am doing now?  Re-modelling!  Remember my green jumper?  I happened to say to Kit & Joyce that I was getting a bit tired of it and before I could turn round they had it unpicked and ready for knitting up again.  So here I am struggling to knit it into something like a jumper again.

We three rebels (Kit, Joyce & myself) have been “on the carpet” again.  We went to see the powers that be this morning to demand our rights, which were, being allowed out every night until 10.30 p.m. instead of 10 p.m. without having to go the office and say “Please Sister, may I stay out until 10.30 p.m. to-night”.  After that request the Sister usually cross examines us as to where we are going etc and gives us a little lecture about being out alone in these fields at night.  Of course, it doesn’t matter even if it is light until nearly 11 p.m. at night.  However, we informed her that the doors were never locked during the summer at the G.H.N. until 10.30 p.m. so after she had considered it we were allowed it.  She will most likely go to Church to-morrow and pray for our sins to be forgiven.  I wonder what she would have thought had she been staying with us when we were on leave together?  She would have been shocked at our “early hours”?

Ah well – these things come to try us.  And now my Darling, Bye-bye until tomorrow.  I am afraid this letter is not very newsy or interesting, but I will try and make up for it when I write again.

With all my love, Dear, Grace xxxxxxx