Thursday, 26 October, 1944

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Sergt. S. Bristow
Headquarters
15 L of C Signals                                                                
Cen. Med. Forces

26 Oct. 44.                                                                          227.

Hello my own Precious Darling,

What a dreary day its been today.  Rain, rain and more rain!  Its left me in quite an uneasy mood, too.  Do you ever have periods when you feel that something’s going to go wrong before very long?  I often do.  Perhaps its another form of depression; don’t know exactly.

I’ve been playing “Patience” for about an hour – it doesn’t need a lot of concentration and so I can think about other things at the same time. That’s made me feel a lot better, for my thoughts were mainly of you, Darling & that always makes me feel pleasant when I think of you and all that we mean to one another.

I was saying in a letter I wrote to Mother last night, I’ve had a good example this week of how the war has put people out of all proportion to their civilian status.  One of the corporals who work in my office is apparently well connected in the shoe-making industry & this week he’s had a job offered him in a managerial capacity starting at £1,000 a year, rising to £1,500.  Amazing isn’t it?  Wish someone would take pity on me in that way.  I think we could scrape along on £1,000, don’t you?  I asked him if he would need an assistant manager, but then I realized he would be able to get his own back for the times I’ve “balled him out” (to go all Yankee), so I withdrew!!

I’ve just heard the news from the B.B.C. in which the death of the Archbishop of Canterbury is mentioned.  What a pity!  I had a great liking for him and the outlook he had on life.  He was as socialistic as his position would allow him to be.  Hope they decide to make Dr Garbutt, of York, his successor.  He has a great liking for socialism.

On writing the date, it made me realize that, to quote the newspapers, there’s only 56 shopping days to Christmas.  It really is amazing how the time drags slowly past, isn’t it.  It’ll soon be two years since we said “Goodbye”, Darling, and what a lonely two years they’ve been with only your letters to keep me company.  It’s great to think that our love for each other has stood the test, though and to know that its still as strong (if not stronger) than it was before.

Oh, my Darling, I love you so and am missing you terribly each moment that passes.  Let’s hope that reunion day won’t be far distant.  Always you own sweetheart & husband-to-be  Stan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx