Sisters’ Quarters, University House
Edgbaston Park Road, Birmingham
Oct 14th-15th
My own dear Cyril
I have had quite a busy night tonight one way and another. It is so much nicer than the fairly slack time one usually has, unless a convoy comes in.
First of all two convoys came in but as none of the men were very ill, it was not long before they were in bed and asleep. Then the Night Superintendent asked me to go to Wards A3 & 4 for a few hours as the Sister there had taken a case to the theatre and there was no one else to relieve her. So the orderly looked after my little lot in the meantime and a Sister nearby.
After being down there a couple of hours I was asked to go to the Theatre to help up there and put things straight. There was a good deal to be done so 3.am has come round light lightning. While in wards A3 and 4 I read through the ward papers and discovered a 9th Worcester man, Wells by name. He was asleep so I did not disturb him but I am going down to see him in the morning. He has been sent in for goitre. I think he came in tonight.
This is the first 9th Worcester I have come across so far.
I’ll tell you about my talk with him in my letter tomorrow.
Ethel comes to see me on Monday – so I’ll be able to give you some home news in my letter of that night. On her pc Ethel says little Dorothy is a dear little thing and is also the possessor of a fine pair of lungs, the result of which could be heard at that moment!
I have not been to Badsey or seen any of them since August so am awfully pleased Ethel is coming over. I must send her a line presently.
I had a pc from Miss Jarvis tonight inviting me to meet her at the library for tea on Friday next so am feeling quite dissipated!
I hope, dear Heart, that all goes well with you. I dread getting news that you are wounded again. Do, darling, say definitely how and where you’ve been wounded if you should be hit again – that is if you send a wire yourself. The suspense of not knowing details is the worst part.
I’ve no time to write more tonight.
With all my love and prayers, Sweetheart.
Your ever devoted
Mela
PS [on envelope] – I saw Wells and also a man called Moseley from your platoon today. One is in a medical ward and the other has goitre.
