Thursday, 24 June, 1943

G.H.N

Thursday  24-6-43

My Own Darling,

I received your Air Letter, written on May 21^st, yesterday.

The day always goes well Dear when it starts with a letter from you.  It was a beautiful day and it was my day-off.  During the afternoon I went to see Mrs Brown and we ate strawberries and raspberries for tea.  I took my embroidery with me and spent a useful afternoon sewing while Mrs Brown knitted socks for soldiers.  I think this is the 84^th pair that she has knitted.  These old ladies of England like to do their bit.

I am sitting outside at the moment writing this to you but as the wind keeps blowing my paper all over the place I think that I will have to return to my room to finish it.

 Ah, this is better.  I can write in peace without being disturbed by flies, midges or wind.

Sister came back from her holidays this morning, so we had to do a quick shuffle round preparing everything ready for her inspection.  I am pleased to say that everything was satisfactory and she had no complaints to make.

Tuesday night I went to the Theatre again.  It was “To-night’s the Night” and was a very good show.  It was one long laugh from beginning to end.

By the way, have you got a film for that camera of yours yet?  I am still anxiously waiting for some snaps.

We would like one to take on our holidays with us but I am afraid that it is out of the question.  If we get everything but a film for the camera we shall do very well – what do you think?

Next week at this time I shall be nearly home and the week after that in Wales.  How I wish you were the one I was going with Darling.  Maybe next year – you will be, who knows?

However, Darling, I promise you a few lines each day I am on holiday telling you where I have been and what I have been doing.

What do you think to our Sister Tutor.  She is giving each one of we Finalists a long list of work to study whilst we are on holiday.  I bet she thinks we are going on a busman's holiday.

She put on the top of the list “The following to be revised every alternate day.”  Ah-ah – that was where we laughed.  She will be lucky if we do it the day before we come back. I am afraid that any work I do now will be forgotten at the end of my holiday – my gray matter does not hold much for long. 

However – time enough to worry about work when I return.

Once again the hands of the clock point to 1 p.m. – almost time to go back on duty.

My love as always Darling.  Yours ever, Grace  xxxxxxxxx