Monday, 15 November, 1943

15-11-43                                                                                                         (70)

G.H.N.

My Own Darling,

This morning's post brought me two letters from you.  One airgraph dated the fourth of this month and one sea letter dated the fourth of last month.

In the letter you told me that Gracie Fields did not turn up to entertain you as you all expected.  There was quite a bit of criticism in various papers about it.  From what I could gather she had to return to Hollywood to fulfil a contract.  I should imagine that you look forward to a bit of English entertainment out there.

Do you remember me telling you that I nursed a comedian – Jimmy James – just before I had my holidays*.  He was broadcasting in the “Happidrome” last night.  You know Stan there is something in nursing in spite of all that you say against it.  When I think how terribly ill that man was and there he was – broadcasting last night and in perfect health.  I must admit that I felt a little proud of knowing that I helped him to get well again.

It is all right Darling – I am not getting the “Nightingale Complex” as you choose to call it.  I do not think I shall ever get that again.

These last few days have been terribly cold.  Winter is really here.  I believe that snow has fallen in some parts of England.  Whenever I think of snow I remember that cold day last January when the snow was that thick on the ground and we trudged to the telephone kiosk to ‘phone the G.H.N.  I shall never forget that episode Darling.  I often wonder if the “powers that be” really believed me!

I am writing this letter on duty.  Sister is off for her week-end.  We are not very busy which is quite a change.  I am off duty this evening.  Kit wants me to go with her to the pictures but I do not think I shall.  It is far too cold.  I prefer to sit at the front of the fire and sew.  How I wish that you were here to sit at the opposite side of the hearth Darling.  Ah me – that will be the day!

I am longing for the day when we have our own home my Dear and we shall be together for always.  I am afraid that I too often build castles in the air but one day Darling those castles will actually become realities.  In the meantime I still love you more and more each day and am longing for the day when you come home to me.

Always yours, Darling, Grace  xxxxx

* See letter 13 & 14 June, 1943

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