Tuesday, 26 September, 1944

G.H.N.

26.9.44                                                                                           183

My Own Precious Darling,

I was very thrilled to receive your letter this morning from Rome*.  In a short while now your journey back will start.  I hope that it will not take you as long to get back as it did to reach Rome.  2½ days travelling seems a heck of a long time to me.  However, I suppose that it has been worth all the trouble to see all the things and sights which you must have seen.

I am so glad that you are managing to get around and visit these famous cities whilst you are abroad.  If ever the opportunity for us to travel abroad when we are married does present itself, I shall keep you to your promise.  But then Darling, I know that you do not need me to keep you to a promise, you would be only to pleased with the opportunity to show me these places yourself.

I was rather tickled with the idea of me receiving a picture postcard of the Pope, Dear.  It must have been an impressive experience for you, getting into the Pope’s audience.

I am looking forward to more letters from you telling me about your visit to Rome.

In four weeks hence, I shall be leaving the General Hospital.  Kit wants me to go Wales with her again.  I do not think that I shall go again.  I am glad that I went last year but I was not so thrilled with South Wales that I want to re-visit it.

Ivy and I were going to the pictures this evening to see “For Whom the Bell Tolls” but it is throwing it down with rain and I heard that there were long queues outside the picture house quite early this afternoon so we decided to spend our evenings in our drab bedrooms.  As I have told you before there bedrooms are dreadful, poky, cheerless rooms, with dark blue as the predominant colour.  Darling, when we are married I will have any colour scheme you like except dark blue!  It is most depressive.

Have not left much space in which to say au-revoir and all my love.  Ever your own, Grace xxxxxxx

 * Written on 21 September

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