GHB
10 pm, 22.3.15
Darling
I got your letter at 9.15 tonight.
I felt “in my bones” that you were at Sydenham yesterday and pictured you there. How pleased Kath and Betty must have been that you were able to get away.
I have given up any idea of seeing you next week end. You are a dear funny old thing – always putting your foot in it – you make me scream with laughter the way you put things – if I did not know you so well it would make us quarrel like old fiddle-sticks! I love you for it because you are not a bit a man of the world in the sense of saying pretty things. For instance if you had wanted to please your fiancée supposing she were someone else instead of me you should have said you would come to Birmingham to see her before going to the Front, not that you would come to B. so that she could see you. How do you know she wants to see you – eh?! You flatter yourself old dear if you suppose that I want to see you! Oh – dear no – this time a hundred years hence will please me quite well – “I don’t think!”
I must tumble into bed or else I shall have Night Sister on my track.
So sorry dearest that you were not feeling well the other day – the Spring often makes one a bit run down sometimes. I hope my nasty letter did not upset you.
Yes – you do procrastinate – it is your biggest failing – but all of you do except perhaps May. You can trust me to keep you up to the mark! Especially after training in the theatre! We should never have any operations if you were in charge because you’d always put them off until the night nurses came on!
It’s time I stopped teasing you.
Goodnight, Sweetheart – God bless you.
Ever your affectionate
Mela
