Here I am, in the Naafi till 10^o/_c & Dining Hall & Naafi or MO’s all tomorrow, being Defaulter, Sick or Canteen orderly instead of N.C.O. i/c Fire Watchers.  But its a nice gentle duty, & less uncomfortable than Piquet.  A comfortable price to pay for 17 evenings & 4 nights of perfect companionship.  It also lets me off all duties tomorrow which will shorten the week, & thus the time between our meeting again.

                        I dispatched a silly little letter at lunch time.  I now write not as I had expected, on my typer, but in between maintaining order in the Canteen.

                        You are home now, with Golden ears & Mother Anne & Klaus & the six young ladies & dignified Julian & domestic Emily & rakish Sukie, the demi-monde.  I feel that her beauty has been put to such uses such is no better than she ought to be.

                        My love for you is very real & grows “on what it feeds on”.

                        If I attempted to catalogue the memorable delights of your visit I’d need more time & paper than I have available.  The moony New Years Eve walk by the Harbour, the two very ussish films I saw with you, our Christmas morning, & a thousand little moments we had.  Even our bomb was personal & fragrant in memory.  I feel I shall henceforward have a soft spot for bombs !  I hope so.  Imaginary pink ribbon round them !

                        Dear Candy & uncle Jack.

                (M^r) Rose & I talked sailing all the afternoon.  He lives in Dorset & Dinghy races enthusiastically.  He is also a village liver & lives in one 10 miles from the sea & 15 from Bournemouth.  He comes from Somerset originally.  He also wants a 4 tonner after the war.

                        No news & this is a distracting place.  I must prowl & see that all is well in the billiards room, the writing room & see the girls in the kitchen.

                        All my love & bless all that is ours.