Thursday, 6 January, 1944

Nurses Home
General Hospital
Nottingham

6-1-44

My Own Darling,

Once again it is the sixth – our anniversary.  One whole year and eleven months since we first met.  What a lot has happened in that time too.

It is exactly one year ago to-day that I rang Matron up and told her that I could not get back.  I still feel glad that I did – don’t you?

I received a letter from your Mother two days ago.  In it she mentioned that she had written a letter to you and recalled the night of the factory dance.  I quite enjoyed that night.  What time was it in the morning when you got home?

Do you remember the morning when you did not get home until about 4 a/m?

Vera said when I was at home last that Mother had been wondering what time you got home that morning.  She does not know yet.

Ah me!  What heavenly days those were – and nights.

I wonder how soon they will be repeated?

Do you remember also how horribly cold and snowy it was last year?  We have not had any snow, so far, this year.  Of course I know that it is not too late.  It will probably be thick with snow when I go for my nights off.

There is not much happening here at the moment.  Everything is more or less the same.  I actually managed to drag myself out of bed at 3 p.m. the other day to go to the flicks.  I went with a friend and we saw “There are Millions Like Us”.  I was not very keen.  It was alright and a change but I could not say that it was a really good picture.

This morning Kit and I went to Stapleford to see Connie.  I was presented with my Christmas present – a teapot and a towel.  Everybody seems very anxious to help us collect my “bottom drawer”.

If anybody had told me two years ago that I should be collecting my “bottom drawer” I would never have believed them – as you know.

Ah well – it is a good job that changing one’s mind is a woman’s privilege.

Did I tell you that Mother was buying me a pair of sheets for my Christmas present?  They are rather difficult to obtain you know so consequently have to be ordered.  As we shall not be wanting sheets yet a while there is no great hurry.

By the way, the forty-odd pages have not yet arrived.  Each day I eagerly watch the post for its arrival but it is taking some time.  It will certainly be worth having when it does arrive.

Receiving your letters Darling is the one bright spot of my existence these days.  They mean such a lot to me Darling as I know mine do to you.

I am afraid that these letters are not very interesting at times but at least they do let you know that I am still alive and kicking.

No more then, my love.  Yours always, Darling.  Grace  xxxxxxxxxx

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