. . . . Glasgow . . . .
Sunday,  April 25th. 1942

My Dearest,
Yes, I have my typewriter, and I’m at the table in the barrack room, with, the sun streaming in the vast wall-like windows. Its half past one and after this I wash my paws, brush my hair, and away to Caldergrave House. This must come first, though.

White-ribbonry. Oh a little joke of mine made yesterday in a Glasgow bus and appreciated by Peter. . . “One wears white bands round one’s head because one is swollen headed. . .”  It was put better than that.

I include various things. One cap-band made by me. It is the right size,   perhaps a quarter of an inch too large. But the button holes aren’t very well done. Those slits are the button holes. Borrow Eric’s forage cap, if its the same size and you’ll see how it fits.    Could you wash it iron it and make the button holes less raggedy and slitty ?   I have washed   it and ironed it but it came out poorly. This is the issue one. There is also the other issue one which I made badly. Can it be remedied at all ? You can check the size by the worn one. There is also a length of material, silky, which I bought in Glasgow yesterday. I had two lengths and made one band which I wear now and this is the other.  There’s another way of making them, you might prefer it. You stitch the stuff together to make a band the right   length, with the overlap at the back, and then cut two little slits at the front for the buttons. I’ve used that method this morning with moderate success.

The gist of the matter is that it doesn’t matter how they are made as long as they fit neatly round the cap, and button on at the front. So any way is good, so long as its neat and tidy. You might devise one of your own.

The tapes are for shoulder straps, as per the pair enclosed, which need washing. If you have any tape and can make me several pairs I’d be grateful. Its presuming on your kindness, but I know its quality, and you can thus help in a gentle way with the war effort.

I’ve borrowed a pair of brown shoes for this afternoon and I must awa’ very soon. The enclosed letter came from my good mother, bless her. And, the three pounds from the Palestine BBC is a good thing, it just goes into the bank of course, whollop, but it must help that affair. I wish I could cash it and, send it to you. I think it had better stay against the   interest on the overdraft. Good about the cigarette case, you are a good shopper. Now you can pay a lump of rent, and some Bunting with the regular money. Keep the flag flying.

Peter and I went to Glasgow yesterday and bought tape, saw a poor picture,   had a good supper at the Y.M.C.A.  and pottered. We went into a book shop and saw three Time of the Singings displayed. I bought one for Arthur. The man said, on being asked, that it was a good “steady seller! Shame, isn’t it. But it can’t be helped.

I have the flower, the dear thing. Your letter came yesterday, the back-at-home one. Twenty days, you say. May be more because if I penetrate this darkness and emerge and do go to I.M.T. I have three months at the London docks, playing in the Thanes and there you’ll have to come and I’ll have lots of weekends. So that’s not so bad.

Darling you. I have lots of so happy memories of our leave, and walks and looks. Peter said yesterday… “your wife has the most musical and charming voice I’ve come across”. I agree. We were talking of our wives most of the time. They think you’re the cracker-jackest of wives. Won me much respect.

I stop because I must get travelling, I’ve been busy all the morning, cleaning all my equipment, cleaning the rifle, sewing, washing, and doing this that and the other.    Such a to-do. Now I should be swatting, but I go out to see Bertha. Hey ho. We like this place, the Atmosphere is good, the food rather dull just now. But you are all that really matters.

Bless you, dearest, I write again when the season permits.
Ever your own. . . . .