Thursday, 29 July, 1943

G. H. N.

Thursday  29-7-43

My Own Darling,

Here I am, once again writing to you from Nottingham.  Kit and I arrived back at 7-45 last night, feeling just like grease spots.  It was so hot and travelling does not improve matters.

Your Mother and mine wanted to do a spot of shopping so they both escorted me into Doncaster.  I really did not mind coming back this time.  It was not a bit like coming back last year, when we had spent that marvellous time together.

We were very disappointed when we arrived here as Kit has been put on night duty.  It is most unfair really as we have only seven weeks to go to our “Final” and nobody can swot on night duty.

We were hoping too, to do our night duty together.  As you can gather, I am on day duty and have been put back on the ward that I was on before I went on holiday.

I was doing junior staff nurses duties but Matron informed me this morning that she wanted me to staff on there as the staff nurse goes on holiday.  That means bearing the brunt of Sister’s tantrums for a few weeks.  However, worse things happen at sea.

I was hoping to receive a letter from you this morning but one did not arrive.  I might receive one tomorrow or Saturday.  Your Mother did not have one at all last week from you and had not had one this week up to me leaving yesterday.  I do very well for letters so I am not grousing.

I feel so tired to-day.  I suppose it is the reaction to my holiday.  I had better get over it before next week as it is our “take-in” week.

Well Darling, I seem to have written nothing but shop so far.  I suppose you are waiting to hear how much I still love you.  You know that I do, don’t you Dear?  I love you more and more as each day goes by.  The day when I can actually tell you how much I love you cannot come too quickly for me.

By the way, Vera says I have to tell you that she has made her third contribution to our “bottom drawer”.  She finished making a pair of pillow cases for me.  Yes, these things are slowly collecting you know.

As I have to write home and let Mother know that I arrived here safely I suppose I had better say Au-Revoir to you Darling.

All my love, yours Grace  xxxxxxxxx

 

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