I haven’t telephoned this evening, and I do itch to do so. But its so weak minded. But maybe you’ll be up here soon and then we’ll not need it, we can cuddle up and breath at each other. Three in a bed.

                        Two delicious letters from you this morning, and the jamas – pi. And a cheque for twenty four guineas, aren’t I a clever little boy. I must continue clever. You are a clever little girl. Be clever and incredibly intelligent about yourself. Oh dear. Rosemary Anne, or Richard query. I don’t think we can quite oblige with Sydney, can we ? Isn’t it the mothers mother’s name for a she and the father’s father’s name for a He or doesn’t it matter. Call him Candy, just to make it funny.

                        A nice busy day, partly with my section, partly taking an Orderly Room, a new idea of the O/C’s, partly doing welfare, education, security and intelligence, partly lecturing, no chatting, to Section D., and getting to know them, and doing this that and the other. Tomorrow I go to Chester as Intelligence officer and on to the range as section officer with my section, bless them. Had all the NCO’s in to a conference this evening, nice friendly enthusaistic souls.

                        Good of Daphne to take you to Stratford but how very very nice for her. You and I, at least, going to Starford in the days to come.

                        I wrote last night to you and Mother and auntie Edie and Bertha and Mr. Kendall and Mr. Gold and Mr. Alcester Builder and Mr. Jack Lawrence and some others I’ve forgotten. Dearie me.

                        No more I must go and help entertain the Padre, I’ve been working till now and its ten past ten. Ever your own very stupid and very fond fool…