9 Bonamy St.
Sunday, Dec. 1st/40
It is about 10:30 a.m. I have been up about two hours, had breakfast and am now seated at the dinner table, near the fire as it is mighty cold, trying to collect my thoughts in conversation with you.
I worked all day yesterday (Saturday), unusual as we generally quit at 12, noon. Consequently I didn't go anywhere last evening but remained indoors trying to get thawed out. Since Wednesday the weather has been frosty at night with fairly cold winds during the day. As yet I haven't increased the weight of my clothing, and my blood, which is always warm (hey what Honey?) has been doing its best to counter the low temperature. I think I shall have to indulge in a heavier shirt, sweater or something, at any rate something a bit heavier than I'm wearing while working outside. Last night set in extremely thick with fog, so thick in fact you could not see a thing. London is subject to heavy fogs at this time of year. This morning the ground buildings, etc. are completely covered with a white frost. My nose and feet are quite cold at present. But if you could see the state of the windows in this house (which is no exception to the houses in this area,) you would soon understand how impossible it would be to make it warmer. The bay window here in the dining room has but three whole panes of glass left, [due to nearby bomb explosions], cardboard, poorly fitted, covers the openings where glass is missing.
I had a good week at work. Last week my pay envelope contained 5 pounds 2 d. If the weather proves to be kind again this week, I hope to have the same wages. I shall soon be out of debt at this rate, Dearie and once again be in a position to be of help to you. I hope you received the 1 pound note which I inserted in letter No. 13. I wish I knew of a better way to send it to you. We are not allowed to send money exceeding 10 pounds at a time out of England. This regulation won't bother me yet awhile.
I understand Miss Sendamore must have had an exciting night Friday. She would be alone as Betty went away with Miss Fisher for the weekend. Bombs were dropped in abundance in her neighborhood. I am going over right after I finish this letter to see what mail there is waiting for me. I do hope I hear from you. A whole week without a line from you Sweetheart is a mighty unpleasant and cruel experience. I feel like jumping over the traces and going to Greece or somewhere where I can get a rap at Jerry. I shall go to Sutton first to see Bill (if there is any bus to take me).
Mr. Doran, poor old soul, is in the scullery washing up. She has the door open but it is mighty cold for her. You will be amused when I tell you how cold it was when I visited the little cubicle at the rear of the house. Most English houses in this area have no conveniences inside. A tap and sink is about the limit of plumbing installed. Gee, as I sat there, I was thinking of you and could not picture you having to experience such crude and 'cruel' exposure on a frosty morning. Never mind Sweetheart, the cold could throb at 17F below zero and I'm sure his enthusiasm would withstand a much lower temperature now. Ha, ha! Come on over Honey.
Mrs. Doran says I must be 'out of the ark'. Only one of the species I presume she means. She says she will miss me when I leave. At any rate I have finally persuaded her to sleep in her bed and to discontinue going to the dugout (which is very cold and damp). Poor body, one cannot help but feel for the thousands of elderly folk whose home life is so mercilessly upset by the maraudings of a war mad people. Surely there will be a day of reckoning. The spirit of the English people is so magnanimous and enduring, the principles for which they so willingly sacrifice the comforts of life, will be the worthier when this is all over.
If you were here today, Dearie we would take a bus to London and listen to a very fine musical programme at one of the music halls there. Like everything else, amusements have had to be confined to daylight hours. Most shows (playhouses) are closed altogether, picture houses are open during the morning and afternoon. Agitation is on now for Sunday performances. I think something should be done to enable a greater number of people more amusement. There is a grave danger of people becoming too dull and somber in the face of the trials and hardships they experience from day to day.
I am mighty lonesome for you Dearie and I long day and night for you. Wherever I go and whatever I see I imagine you are with me, and I hope the time of separation from each other will not be much longer.
My whole heartful of love and kisses and hugs to comfort you always. May your Xmas be as Merry as possible. I am very near to you.