Thursday, 16 March, 1944

G.H.N.

16.3.44

My Precious Darling,

An air-letter arrived from you this morning and one also arrived two days ago.  The former was dated March 6th.  Just ten days to come.  I love receiving recent letters from you dear.  Your letters too are so vivid and interesting – and Darling, every word is dear and precious to me.

To-day has been my half-day.  I have not done anything of interest.  At the moment I am sitting at the front of a blazing fire, the wireless is playing some of Beethoven’s music and I am wishing that you were sitting here by my side.

How I long for the day when we can sit in our own home & just you and I and listen to our own wireless – that will be the day!

Since you wrote your last letter another ten days have passed.  Ten more days off our period of waiting.  Oh Darling, it seems so long at times, doesn’t it? – this waiting.  It must end some day and then that will be when we shall really start living.

Pleased to hear that you are having some entertainment these days.  How I wish I were able to go to these operas with you.  Yes, I have heard some of the music from “La Traviata” but I do admit Darling that I know very little about music.  I appreciate good music when I hear it but as you know I do not know enough to enter upon a discussion about it!

No!  I would prefer a discussion upon poetry to music.

So, you are still wanting to know my reactions to the birth that I saw.  You men are as bad as women, wanting to know all the why’s and wherefore’s.  Sorry Dear, but I prefer to tell you someday by word of mouth.  I think that I would find it rather difficult to write about but I do not think you will be disappointed when you do know what I have to say about it.

I am looking forward to receiving the snaps that you have sent me.  I hope they do not take long to come.  Impatient person, am I not?

Pleased to hear that you have acquired a decent place in which to eat.  Music as well – what is the British Army coming to!  Hope that the food lives up to the surroundings – they tell me that an Army marches on its stomach.

It will have to be “Goodnight” again Darling.  Until there is no need for us to bid each other “Goodnight” – you have all my love.  Ever your own, Grace  xxxxx


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