Well now, Jones is into November. How much longer will he have to wait for the military wheels to roll?
9 Bonamy St.
Thurs. Nov. 14th/40
I trekked all the way to 23 Marchmont Road, Richmond last night in a teaming rain, hoping to be rewarded by a letter from you. But no luck: I was disappointed but I was inclined to be philosophical and explained the absence of letters by assuming they had probably been sent to Davy Jones' locker by a most inconsiderate enemy. I returned home, and it persisted in raining all the way, arriving at # 9 at 1:30 a.m. Thoroughly wet and somewhat down in the dumps. This evening I have come over to Olive's at Blackheath. Douglas is making notes from a medical book he is reading. Olive is just setting the table for supper and I am having a chat with my Sweetheart.
The open fire feels good as I have not been warm since yesterday. I got such a drenching last night, and it was so cold, I have not been comfortable since.
When I arrived at 23 Marchmont Rd., at 7:30 p.m. last evening, I found Miss Sendamore, Miss Day and Betty all comfortably settled in the dugout. Just think of them, night after night, going to this hole in the ground and stopping there from 7 p.m. until 7:30 a.m. And half of the people in England (I would estimate) are doing the same thing. Douglas and Olive don't go to the dugout. The basement, which is under four floors, is considered reasonably safe and they sleep in a bed which they have moved down. The other tenants who occupy the other rooms in the house also go to the basement. But all evening, until bed time, everybody remains in their rooms and enjoy themselves in a normal way.
I shall write you again tomorrow evening Sweetheart as Olive is calling us to supper.
Heaps of love and kisses. Happy dreams and a Merry, Merry Xmas.
Yes, we've heard that it rains all the time, or at least a lot of the time in England.
9 Bonamy St.
Friday, Nov. 15/40
I wonder if you are thinking of the same thing that I am tonight. Five years ago tonight you made me awful happy. I only wish I could be with you tonight. I can see you now Sweetheart just as you looked that night when I kissed you at the altar of Sherborne United Church. [Happy Anniversary!!!] How sweet you looked and how happy we were. My whole heart full of love for you tonight as it was then and as it ever will be my own dear girl. We shall someday be together again, of that I am sure. My prayers are ever for your happiness and safety.
Tonight I am at #9 Bonamy and at present seated on the edge of my bed writing by the aid of a lone candle. Jerry is very active overhead. He is above the rain clouds and it must be very light above them as the moon is almost full tonight, and even below the clouds it is very light. Our guns are barking away but still the drone of his engines is very audible. The temperature here in my room must be very low. My nose is cold and I can clearly see my breath. Mrs. Doran is in the shelter at the rear of the house. I am the only person in the house.
Olive and Douglas motored to Chippenham (200 miles, a great distance over here). They will be back Sunday night or Monday morning. I am to go over there Monday night. Tomorrow, Saturday, I am to go over to Richmond and spend the weekend at Miss Sendamore's. She invited me to do so when I was over there Wednesday night. And joy, there is a letter from you at the house waiting for me. Betty telephone Olive last night to that effect. Nothing like your letters to cheer me up and to keep up my spirits.
As far as I can see there will be work for me at the plant for a few weeks yet. We are removing the slate shingles from the roof and covering it with rubberoid roofing. The foreman knows little about this kind of work and you know how much I know about it. However we are making some progress, although mighty slow. I can imagine what comments Wilson would make if he could see us.
Still no word from the Air Force. I am almost driven to do something desperate. I shall write Crichley over the weekend and see what he has to suggest. It is mighty trying to have to wait like this.
I am enclosing a 1 pound note in this letter Dearie. It is not very much but it means a lot to me and I want you to get some small thing you need. I only hope you receive it alright. I know it is a risky thing to do but I want you to have it so much. Please let me know if you receive it and also if you have any difficulty getting Canadian funds for it. You should get $4.30 for it. [Around $75.00 today]
Heaps of love and a longing, lonesome heart awaits you and shall never rest until it is with you again. A great big hug and kiss to lull you off to sleep. God bless and keep you safe for me.
Note: This letter was opened by Customs. I wonder if the 1 pound ever arrived?