This is a different sort of picture !  A passport picture !  We dashed to the photographers, sat down & he did it & we left!  Hence this horror.  Its for identity card purposes, ni moins.  Keep this carefully & hand it back, or better or send it back next letter.  We have to have four & now I’ve only got 3, till this returns.  Perhaps I shant send it, you’ll have an idea of a different kind of person !  You’ll have an ideea of a very different kind of person. !

                        An evening in this evening, I was going to Caldergrove but I’ve too much to do.  We got back from the convoy at  6o/c & had to change, tea & parade by 6.30 for a Pass – off rehearsal, & then a long committee and & then the  & then it was half past 8.  So I’ve been doing dance jobs & now your letter & J.G.L.  Lunch at that nice canteen place ?  Where we went last time.  Telephone J.G.L.  & confirm that.  2o/c, or 1.45.

                        The convoy was a pleasant picnic.  Up Loch Lomond & down Clydeside.  I slept all the afternoon on the floor of the six wheel Morris !  A sweet sleep.  Forced march tomorrow.

                        Look here, darling, if its inconvenient for you to come to B’ham, I shall quite understand & can meet you in the Queens.  Then I’ll come on the later train. You say.  I’m so dumbly happy at the prospect of seeing you that any plan suits me.  But the earlier the better.

                        For will there be a damson tree in the garden, all leafy & shady ?  And fruit, & our warm or cool sitting room, & the fresh brown & cream china ?  And those inviting stairs & the lavatory with a view ?  And the tiny dining room & the clock ?  All the little things of our home which are so exceedingly valuable for us.  And what do we buy for you ?  A hat ?  A handbag and an RE brooch definitely.  Me, an officer in the sappers !!!  Does this photo look too hopelessly unofficerish ?

Now, my precious, it’s early to bed.

A little letter, but a loving one.  Hooray for us music soon.