So, back to our Jones.
"Friday, Sept (I think he meant Oct.) 4/40
222 Northfield Rd., King's Norton
Still here at 23 Marchmount Rd., Richmond, patiently waiting for word from London. The Under-Secretary of State must be very busy or perhaps I am not important enough for him to bother with. I certainly expected to hear from him by this time. In fact I could have almost bet my bottom dollar that I would receive word this morning but the postman did not favor one. I can tell you I am almost at the limit of my patience and if something doesn't happen mighty soon I shall have to make other plans. Everyone here tried to pacify me by assuring me that I shall hear soon and will not hear of me making any further move. But Dearie you know how I feel when I'm so inactive. I hate to be an encumbrance to anyone and independence is my middle name.
Here comes Betty. She has a letter from home or somewhere and is engrossed in reading it.
Yesterday was a very wet cheerless day, but this morning I see the sunshine. The air is cool but so long as the sky is clear we don't mind a little low temperature.
Yesterday was the limit for air raid alarms. I think there were four or five throughout the day. This means much interruption in almost all lines of business and certainly much unpleasantness for school teachers and pupils. On the sound of each alarm the entire school must wend its way to the nearest dugout shelter and remain there until the 'all clear' is sounded. You can imagine how much work is done.
Breakfast is ready.
Heaps of love and kisses.
"Mon. Oct. 7th/40
Still here at Richmond waiting for further word from London. I have practically decided that if I don't hear anything by tomorrow to move on to London and try to stir things up. I feel as if I have more than overstayed my welcome here. It has been mighty good of these people to put up with me so long. I certainly would not have contemplated staying here all this time. I have been expecting word every day since I came here. It is mighty unpleasant have to endure inactivity for such a long time. Had it not been for the odd jobs that all have given me to do I would not have been able to stay here so long. Now that I have everything in order I feel that I must make a move.
Saturday, Betty and I went for a short paddle on the Thames. We went in the direction of Teddington. It was the first time I have ever been on the Thames at low water. The river is tidal up as far as Teddington. One has to paddle mighty hard to make any headway at all when going upstream when the tide is low. There is quite a heavy current downstream. Then when the tide turns there is a very strong current upstream, in fact the boatman told me that the water flows in at the rate of five miles per hour, which is quite a fast stream. The weather is getting a bit too cool for river sports. I believe ours was the only canoe on the river last Saturday. Just think, having the Thames to ourselves one would scarcely believe it possible. Sunday we were going to take Miss Sendamore for a canoe trip to Hampton Court, but the weather proved to be wet and we all stayed home. I found pleasure in installing electric lights in the dugout. I put three separate lights, one at the head of each bunk. It is funny to see them all in their bunks reading by a wee electric light. They are all delighted with them as I feel as if something is accomplished. Before, it was impossible for them to read or do anything else as they only had an ordinary lantern. Now they can read, knit or do anything they wish. Since they spend every night in the dugout, from 8 p.m. to six thirty or seven in the morning, you can understand what a satisfaction it is to be able to read.
The early part of this evening, (from eight o'clock until nine thirty) Jerry was very active. More bombs were dropped a few blocks away. Things are quiet at present. It is now ten-twenty. There will likely be another active period about midnight and then again about two thirty. Last night was very quiet. It was a rainy and foggy night. I hear planes about now. They are likely on their way to London. I am sitting in the kitchen, window of course, all heavily draped and not a glimmer of light showing outside. It is such a perfect moon light tonight--what a pity it is that you are not here.
I have not heard from Bill Anthony for a week or more. I know he has been moved recently. I shall try to get a line off to him tonight and perhaps I shall hear from him before I leave here.
I am more than a little lonesome for you Dearie. I would give anything to have you here with me. No doubt a letter will come along tomorrow to cheer me up a bit. I shall never be happy until you are right with me. We were never intended to be apart very long were we Sweetheart?
My heartfull of love for you and keep the very best care of yourself. I hope your throat is normal again. Please don't run any risk will you?
Goodnight and pleasant drams. I am right there beside you tucking you in.
So, does he go to London to try and get the ball rolling. The endless waiting and waiting must have been extremely trying.