Monday, 7 June, 1943

Nurses Home
General Hospital  

7. 6. 43     

My Own Darling,

I was so pleased to receive your letter this morning.  I did not have one at all last week and as your Mother had not heard either I was getting a wee bit worried.  However, I put the blame on the Postal Authorities until your letter revealed the fact that it was not them to blame this time, but you.

As you have been ill Darling, you were forgiven and as you have changed your address too I can quite understand it.

I am pleased you are now feeling better but – look after yourself.

When I read the description of that part of the country where you are now you certainly have me longing – to be with you.

It sounds a marvellous place.  One of these days I might visit it – who knows?  Of course, it would have to be with the right person.

When I listened to the wireless the other night I heard that our Mr Churchill had toured North Africa.  Did you see him?  He is a grand man, isn’t he?

Did you manage to see Deanna Dubin as you said you hoped you would?

I shouldn’t think you have minded not going to the flicks have you?  You have done and seen things, I should imagine, in the last four months which many people here in England (including myself) would rather have done and seen than sit in a cinema and only see them on the screen.  I suppose it is rather wonderful that we are able to see these things on a screen so I had better shut up.

Talking (or writing) about the screen brings back the news of Leslie Howards death.  I was very sorry to hear about it.  I thought he was a grand actor, didn’t you?

This morning has really been lovely.  I would love to have gone for a walk but instead I had to make my way to the class room and fill in my form to sit my Final Exam and then hand over a fee of £3-5s.  After that Sister decided that we would have half an hours talk on the kidneys and disorders of same.  Very interesting and all that but I would still have preferred the walk.

I have settled down once again here but am looking forward to my holidays which commence in just over three weeks time.  I think Darling, that after you receive this letter you had better start sending my letters home.  Otherwise I might not receive them for a whole month and that would never do.

The people here do not seem to have the sense to forward them on but let them collect here. Having a large collection of letters is alright but I prefer them as they come.  I could never exist without them.

By the way, excuse my ignorance but (if you are allowed to tell me) what does the “L” mean on your address now?

My love as always, Darling.  Yours ever, Grace  xxxxxxxxx

* According to www.thisismoney.co.uk/, £3/5s in 1943 was equivalent to just over £200 in today’s money, so a large amount to have to pay for your final exam, especially on a trainee's salary.