Wednesday, 29 September, 1943
Nurses Home, General Hospital, Nottingham. 29-9-43 My Very Own Darling, It is now three weeks since I received an air-letter from you and it seems like three months! I suppose that you will not be receiving my letters either. I wonder how old this letter will be when it eventually reaches you. It is my day-off to-day but it is not a very nice day. It looks as if there might be rain any minute. It is also Kit’s and Jean’s days off. We went looking around the shops this morning but there is nothing much that we can buy these days unless of course, one is a millionaire. We shall most likely go out to the pictures to-night and that will be the end of our day off. Yes, it certainly is a pretty miserable way of spending a day off but there is nothing else to do. Jean is lucky, her boy friend manages to come down about once every two or three weeks for her day off. He comes usually when she is not able to...