In the train
En route for Birmingham from Salisbury
My dear Cyril
I have had a frantic week this week rushing here and there – and I very much doubt if I shall have a moment today after I get back to attend to anything but official business.
Yesterday I spent the whole day in the train. I had to go to Salisbury to see an Area Controller and then could not get a room in the whole of Salisbury for the night so caught a late train back to town and put up at an hotel. There were no aerial visitors last night so I slept well!
Have you had any news from [?].
I have had such a week trying to put a stop to something irregular which was taking place and it took a lot of nerve doing it. The consequence is I feel my brain is all used up. Constantly it has made me long for the war to be over so that you could come home and take me away to a house of our own. One is up against such tremendous odds in this life and one gets some shocks as bad as being under shell fire. Still I must carry on and do the best I can.
I think it is nearly a month since I heard from you – I hope when I do hear I shall get 3 or 4 letters.
The Russians are having a bad time but not any worse than they deserve.
Yesterday’s paper gave an account of some action having taken place in Mesopotamia but it does not appear to have been at all serious. I don’t think it was in your direction.
The country we are passing through is beginning to look lovely with the promise of spring. How thankful I am that the Germans have not spoilt our dear old England.
Meat cards have come in now and if you are a civilian and lose your card you cannot get any meat! And even with a card each person is only allowed 1/3 worth of meat per week.
The garden at Badsey will prove a greater boon than ever now.
My brain is absolutely addled this week but you can see even from this pencilled scrawl that you are remembered, and it carries all my love to you. God bless you, dear Man of Mine. Come back to me as soon as ever you can when your duty is done.
Ever your devoted
Mela
