Monday, 28 June, 1943

G.H.N.

Monday, 28-6-43

My Precious Darling,

I was quite worried last week as I did not receive an air letter from you.  I did think that it might have been sent home, however, and was quite relieved when this morning’s post brought me a letter from Vera, enclosed in which was a letter from you.

No Dear, I am not on holiday yet but I start on Thursday.  Actually, I am due to a day-off on Wednesday but Sister said I was not and as Sister is always right (?) I suppose I am not.  I decided not to say anything about it as I shall be away for twenty-eight whole days so it will not make much difference.

Sister has been in a foul mood too these last few days.  She is like a volcano you know – erupts at the most unexpected moments.

I was warned that she would be like this though, for several days following her holidays, so I just do not take any notice of her moods.

I will change the subject now as I am sure that is quite enough about her.

Darling, I was so pleased to hear that there are some lemons on the way.  Really – I shall not know what to do with a lemon when I get one.  I do hope they arrive alright – but then – if I know anything about your packing they will.

Thank you for your explanation of L. of C.  According to your letter you said you would be surprised if I was any wiser when you had finished explaining.  Listen to me Sgt. Bristow.  I have just a little grey matter which are nerve cells and these little cells do become active occasionally.  Maybe I am not as dumb as you think I am.  (Consider yourself severely ticked off.)

What was that you said – “you do not know how I have the heart to tick you off when we are miles and miles apart”.  No, my Darling – I do not mean a word of it you know Stan. I have been thinking, it is rather marvellous this Air Service.  One day you write to me and a few days after, that which you have written has travelled all this distance and is in my hands.  I think that that is why I like these letters better than airgraphs.  With an Air Letter I receive something which you have written, something which you have handled but with an airgraph it seems just a substitute.

If ever I feel a bit blue I bring out your letters – they are the best stimulant I know.  My happiest moments since you went away have been spent in reading how much you still love me Darling.

The time is getting very late so I will say Good-night, dearest and all my love.

Your own, Grace   xxxxxxxxx