Wednesday, 15 September, 1943

G. H. N.

15-9-43      

My Own Darling,

Your two “ordinary” letters dated August 10th and 17th arrived this morning.  What long ones they were too!  I was asked if I had received a newspaper when I opened the one consisting of eighteen pages.

Thank you also for the picture postcards which you enclosed.  I am getting quite a collection of them now.

I was pleased to hear that more of my letters have arrived.  I thought that you should have received more than you said in your air-letter.  I was also pleased to hear that the letter containing the buttercup had arrived.

I wrote you an ordinary letter four days ago enclosing a few sprigs of white heather that Nan had sent me.  I hope it reaches you safely.

When I receive your letters telling me of all the beautiful sights which you are seeing it makes me long more than ever to be with you, Darling.  However, as you say, we might manage to take a holiday and visit a few of the places that you tell me about.

The house where you were stationed too when you wrote that letter, sounds a super place, especially the garden.  I bet that the only thing we manage to grow in our garden (when we get one) will be rhubarb.  What do you think?

It is my day-off today.  It is also Kits, Goody’s and Warren’s.  We decided to go to a trade show this morning and saw Diana Barrymore in “The Tired Wife”.  It was a good show really, we got a laugh out of it.

We cannot decide where to go tonight, whether to go and see a film called “China” or “A Mission to Moscow”.

Of course, I know that really we ought not to be going anywhere but ought to stay in and do some work, as next week at this time we shall be sitting in the examination room, chewing our pens and wishing that we had done.

We have to wait three weeks between taking the written part of our exam and the practical. How I wish it was all over, I am just dreading it all.

No more this time Darling.

All my love, your own Grace  xxxxxxx

P.S.  I don’t know why, but I have just realised that I have put my home address on the envelope.  It is a silly thing to do but will not make any difference.

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