Jiggly old train again. It is almost impossible to write but I have not talked to you for three days and I can't wait any longer.
Saturday I went to Walton-on-the-Hill and saw Bill. He is just splendid. It was great to see him. Really with the extra pounds he has put on, he looks ever so much better than he did. I believe he likes his work as dispatch-rider. He runs all over the country on a motorcycle. He claims that he knows the country like a book of course he is not regarding it as a final job. He is fortunate in getting the chance to see so much as it will give him an excellent opportunity to learn the different branches of the service.
Bill and I spent Sunday at Richmond with Miss Slade's niece, Miss M.E. Glidden, a school teacher, we both liked her very much. She is very much like you in size, age (?), glasses and manner. But more than that I could not find anything else to agree (?). We both stayed the night and, she and one of the other teachers drove Bill back to camp and I took the train to London.
Yesterday a.m. (Monday) I kept my appointment but had no success. I had to take the train to Torquay [a resort town on the south of England--tough break!] to see Crichley, who is very busy, and who runs all over the place. I only spent the night in Torquay, went up to see the big fellow, only to find that he was not there. However I had an interview with his right hand man which resulted in my filling in another application form. He advised that I get back to London as soon as possible and catch Crichley, so here I am.
Gee, Dearie, the landscape we are passing through is wonderful. I am the only man in a compartment occupied by three English ladies. So far I have been reading and have not dared to strike up conversation with the others who are all strangers. Once in awhile one will say something to one of the others, but more than that, nothing happens. Except I notice one after the other slipping away to the washroom.
Air raids are the order of the day over here. There is little or no material damage of a military character done and apart from the stress to the children and anxiety to the parents there is little notice being taken. A very few casualties so far and people are taking it all in the very best of spirits. Most homes have an air-raid shelter to go to. These are usually in the back yard of their homes. They (a great many people) sleep in their shelters all night. They have mattresses and bedding, the same as we would have in a summer camp in Canada.
Well Sweetheart, I don't like all this delay in getting settled. One thing is certain I shall have to get something very soon as my resources are running too low for comfort. I am not worried, only tired of waiting. I am certain to know something in a day or so. [Little does he know!]
I have not heard from you for so long it seems like years. I am looking forward to getting mail when I arrive back in London. My ink ran out, Dearie, so I have no alternative but the pencil.
I shall cable you just as soon as I am settled.
The sun is slowly appearing. We had our first wet spell since my arrival from Canada.
Heaps of love Sweetheart. Hugs & kisses galore and real tight ones.