January 10th 1961
My dear Alan,
Perhaps this will be third time lucky, I’ve already torn up two sheets of paper. I know what I want to say but I don’t know how to put it. So, I’ve decided to write just what I’m thinking and I’m sure you must have found out by now that I think in a pretty strange way. So, be prepared for some odd letters.
Last night I decided not to write until I had heard from you. I don’t know why, to be sure of you I suppose. But I have been feeling so rotten all day and I’ve been sitting here thinking of you for ages now. I thought to write might make you seem a bit closer.
Today has simply dragged, it was awful. I didn’t feel one bit like working. As soon as I got into work this morning the girls asked me how yesterday went. I got some pretty rude comments as well, from the few girls who have had to go through the same thing.
I had been watching the clock all morning and then at 11.10 some bright spark suggested a two-minute silence to send you on your way. That just about finished me, I think.
You passed pretty high in the girls’ opinions, which pleased me a lot. Not that it makes any difference of course, but every girl likes to be envied. (I can see your head swelling from here.) I’ve got a confession to make – I showed them that photograph. I’m ever so sorry but they asked me if I had one and when I said yes there was no holding them back. If I hadn’t got it out I would have been clobbered. Anyway, I can’t see anything wrong with it.
One girl asked if she could be bridesmaid. When I asked why, she said the way I was carrying on it seemed pretty obvious. They must employ mind readers at the Bank because I haven’t said a word about engagements or anything.
My mother was as close to tears as I was when you left last night. She kept saying, ‘the poor thing, having to go all that way.’ You have certainly made a hit there! And my dad was laughing and said, ‘where did he take the lock of hair from?’ Cheek!
Seven months is roughly 28 weeks, 2 letters a week, that means 56 letters to tie up in blue ribbon and keep for ever more.
Isn’t it awful? I’m missing you already.
All my love my darling.