Sunday, 2 July, 1944
Grimethorpe 2-7-44 (143) My Own Precious Darling, Once again I write to you from dear, old, Grimethorpe. It is Sunday night and I am sitting in Vera’s room by the window, writing this letter. There is community hymn singing on the wireless and the usual “Sunday atmosphere” everywhere. I did not arrive home until Friday night – 9 p/m to be exact. I had not even time to post your last letter before I left Nottingham so had to post it in Grimethorpe. Yesterday was an uneventful day – I did not do much. Late in the afternoon I took Vera up to 19’...