Monday evening, in the Garbett bed-sit
on the Garbett typer, on the ex-Garbett
paper.

My Dearest,
D’you feel all guilty and daring ? I feel that I’ve squared my wife with a cracker-jack alibi, and that you have got your husband off in the Air Force, and that I’ve prevailed upon you to dash to London for One Night of Love. I feel all dashing and fast and feckless and hat-on-the-side-of-the-head. Dear practical you seduced by reckless me. Seduction is the order of the day. Don’t let that chap on the book case know. Nor the bear.

In the bottom desk drawer is also a gold chain, given us for an emergency. Lying there it does no good. Take it out, look at it, think of the Family Heirlooms, and then close your hand on it and drop it into your bag. In London we’ll pop it. I mean it, its our duty to sell gold for the Government.

As I see it our hotel bill will be twenty five bob and dinner and extras ten bob.  And the cause justifies any means. My need of stroking you is great. Pity we can’t get out to Windsor.

So yipeee for our Wickedly glorious twenty four hours. Pause to eat a mouthful of game pie Mrs. G. has just brought in. Peter is in bed with a cold and we are all eating trays of game pie, beer (me) and I’ve had sherry. Port to follow.

We’ll have Jinks. Bring that chain and locket, its our duty. Gold is needed to win the war, yes.

Dear you. Its a miracle of pertinacity that I’ve got the day off, I’ll tell you how I stuck to my guns and got it. I risked having at least my nose chewed off. But I did. And Harry Foster drives to the station.

I’m that thrilled.

Paddington, 2.40, me a soldier with a big kit bag unless I’ve parked it. Yes, I’ll park it at King’s Cross.

Bye bye my nicest one. Look out for a dashing soldier who will prevail upon you TO STAY AT A HOTEL WITH HIM. Its sheer seduction, and how.

And talk and laughs and walks and so on. Ever your own. . .