Darling Alan,
I’m fed up, bored stiff and I want to go home! I might as well start from the beginning of everything.
We had a fine old laugh packing for this holiday. Everything we saw, we packed ‘just in case’. We’ve brought four times as much stuff as Lena brought to England for three weeks. The two cases weigh a ton. We didn’t get to bed til 12 Friday and we were up again at 5.45. We found the coach ok with Lesley’s help and it left at 8.30 Saturday morning.
Darling Alan,
Thanks for the last letter, number 45.
I’ve still got nothing else to write about except Lena. She’s a pet, she really is. I must get to Sweden somehow or other even if I have to swim there. It will be awful when she leaves especially if I know I won’t see her again.
Hiya!
This probably won’t make much sense because I never can concentrate properly unless I have perfect quiet. It is Sunday morning – imagine Sunday morning and me up!- and the house seems to be full of people. So Lena and I have retreated to the bedroom to write letters.
Darling Alan,
Isn’t life just too wonderful? Three weeks, two days and wow!........
And there are only four days before things begin to move up to that big climax. Honestly I have never been so excited or felt so wonderful in all my life. I’m definitely in a ‘glad to be alive’ mood. I love everybody but one person most of all. Everything has worked out so well, I can’t believe it. If you come home on the 22nd that means I’ll still have three days of my holiday left. I hope you fancy sight-seeing cos as much as I’d like to spend those three days alone with you I still have to think of Lena’s holiday.
Hiya mate!
There’s bedlam upstairs at the moment. Jennifer was still awake when I went up there just now and she started fooling around, The outcome was Jennifer sitting in the middle of a pile of bedclothes on the floor. I did a five second dash downstairs. Now mum’s in there trying to sort out the pieces. Mad this family!
Hi!,
I’ve got a lovely cigarette burn on my hand. Quite like old times. Well, seven months old times. I was talking (and according to dad I’d be dumb if I didn’t have any hands) and I sorta stabbed myself. Boy, did I yell. They thought a bomb had dropped on the office.
Hi Mate!
D’you know something? I’ve come to the conclusion that I rather like you.
I feel happy. Don’t know why. The days are beginning to whizz by like anything. Five weeks Friday! I think that sounds better than 37 days, don’t you?
I’ve just written to Lena and made the final, final arrangements (and I’ve not seeing double I really do mean that twice). I’m meeting her either outside Customs or by the information desk. I sound pretty knowledgeable in my letter.
Hiya Honey!
Outside the wind is howling fit to bust and the rain is pouring down and it’s absolutely freezing. It’s just like a January evening and to prove it you ought to see the fire dad’s built up. It’s making me feel luverly and cosy. I told them I didn’t mind staying up for a while to make sure it burnt down alright. They didn’t think much of my suggestion though. Can’t think why.
Darling Alan,
I’m afraid I am feeling terribly lonely and unwanted and really frustrated. This staying in nonsense is driving me round the bend. Goodness knows what sort of state I’d have been in if I’d have stayed in for the whole seven months.
I’ve decided, you’ll probably get an awful shock when you come home. I reckon I’ve changed a lot since January.
Darling Alan,
Decided to make this a diary type letter because I only wrote Monday evening and it is too soon to send another letter. I just feel in the mood to write to you.
I’m absolutely dead tired but I daren’t risk going to bed yet. Time is precisely – she turns her head and consults clock – 11.27 pm and about 10.30 yours truly decided she felt a bit peckish and cooked herself her special spaghetti dish. Boy, am I regretting it now. My stomach thinks it’s enjoying a trip on the scenic railway. Or maybe ‘enjoying’ isn’t the right word.
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Michael and I went to that Midsummer Dance on the 25th. It was good. everyone was pretty merry and didn’t seem to mind what they did. Which is quite unusual for that place. We were sitting on a table with three middle aged couples. And half way through the evening one of the men was giving us a lecture on how he always stuck up for the younger generation because they weren’t as black as they were painted. It was quite, quite charming. They had the usual balloons and streamers there but they also had loads confetti which I’ve never seen at a dance before. We went home smothered in it and I wondered why we were getting funny looks from the few people that were about when we came home.
Hi!,
Sorry it has been such a long time since you got a letter. I’ll explain all the pros and cons later on. All in all I have been having quite a time to tell you about.
Thanks for your letter (no36). You don’t half sound energetic matey. Makes me feel quite exhausted reading about the tennis and the cricket and the squash and the swimming. Now there’s li’l ole me who doesn’t walk anywhere when there is a bus route or a car around. And nowadays the nearest I get to tennis is watching it. ‘Especially over these last two weeks.
Darling Alan,
Don’t really know how to start cos there’s nothing very interesting to write about. It’s been one of those ‘moody’ evenings when I’ve been thinking about you all the time and getting more and more and more depressed. So I thought I’d write to you. Trying out that old remedy of trying to bring you a lot nearer. I’d like to say something nice at this point but to tell the truth I can’t think of anything new. It’s all been said many, many times before. Just remember that I’m thinking nice things about you. You are a dear.
Hello darling,
Friday evening again and the end of yet another boring week. Though, I must admit they are going by pretty quickly. It was Monday when I finished my last letter, was it not? Therefore, I will procede with a resume of the happenings since.
Darling Alan,
I haven’t got much to write about but I feel like writing, so that’s a warning.
We’ve been to the Rainham Town club tonight. I do enjoy it there. It is a members only place and seems terribly elite, more so because there are hardly any teenagers there.
Hiya Honey!
Danke fur Ihren Brief. It’s ok. I’ve just remembered I’ve got to write to my German pen friend and I thought I’d get in the mood. (for writing to my German penfriend, of course.)
My dear Alan,
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Thought I’ve better wait a few lines so you don’t miss anything while getting over the initial shock!
Alan dear,
I’m in a hell of a mess, I really am. I’m sorry I can’t write the usual chatty letter. I don’t think my mind could concentrate on it. I suppose you have begun to guess what is coming next.
Salutations oh Great Master of the …..?’
That’s as original as they come!
Now, this will really have to be shorter than usual cos I’m trying so hard to be a good girl and go to bed early. Well, actually I didn’t get there until 1 o’clock last night and I’m dead tired. Let’s just give the old brain a few more seconds to tick over and I’ll be well away.
Hiya Honey!
Boy, am I glad to be writing to you. That sounds a bit funny, I’ll explain. I developed a guilty conscience about the letters I had to answer and I’ve really been getting down to it tonight. My arm’s absolutely dropping off. Most of the time I’ve just been sitting here trying to think of something to write. Then when I do think of something I have to translate it from my own special type of grammar to the sort of English they’d understand.
Hello Darling,
I haven’t really got anything interesting to tell you so I’ll have to start thinking up sly ways to fill space. I’ll start by answering your last letter I think.
Pause, while I go and get it.
That story about Mike and the Canadian girl went around the office and everyone thought it was dead comical. So did I. I wondered what on earth you were leading up to when I read it. I found out.
Darling Alan,
Who fancied Oxford for the Boat Race then? it was a jolly good race though. I even had visions of myself paying a visit to the Post Office for a postal order but I didn’t have to, thank goodness. Y’know, I got paid Thursday and I’m skint again. I don’t like pay days. It come home to me how poor I really am, even though I’ve got a fistful of that green stuff.
Darling Alan,
I’m being a good girl (no kidding) and turning over a new leaf. I am actually going to bed earlier lately. So I thought the only way I can write a decent sized letter is to spread it over two evenings.
Darling Alan,
Honestly, what a night I’ve had tonight - or perhaps this evening would sound more respectable. I’ll tell you the whole story from the beginning.
Darling Alan,
Thanks for the letter and that gorgeous little poem you wrote out. I think it is smashing, I’ll have to frame it.
I think that is a smashing idea to send my parents a birthday card. It’s a good job you mentioned it when you did because my dad’s birthday is next Thursday 30th. Mum isn’t til December. I mentioned it to mum and she was quite touched.
Hello darling,
The family have just gone out and I’m well supplied with cigarettes so I’m sitting down to a nice peaceful evening alone.
Thought for today: if love is blind how do you account for the cosmetic industry.
My darling Alan,
I mustn’t stay up to all hours tonight writing cos I want to get up early tomorrow, so I’ve got an excuse if this letter is a short one. Well, I don’t exactly want to get up early tomorrow but I thought I had better get in some practice for next week when I’m opening morning post and have got to be there by nine.
Hello Dear,
I think this letter is gonna be pretty hard to understand cos dad is sitting here watching television and he is definitely unnerving me, probably a guilty conscience.
Hope you got the parcel ok. Very unoriginal I know, but what can you do? Did you have to pay anything on it? After paying 4/- for that book, 1/6d didn’t seem quite right somehow. It was the same as last time in the post office, they all had to have a consultation then out came the dusty old volumes to see how much it cost.
Darling Alan,
I’ve got exactly twelve pages left in the pad, well, eleven now, minus of course two lines. So I can’t get carried away and write a book like the last one. I’ve got a list of things here to tell you about but I’ve got a funny (peculiar, not ha ha,) feeling that I’ve mentioned some of them before, so you have been warned.
Hello dear!
I felt a bit hungry at 10.30 tonight and decided to make two of my special dishes, a steamed egg and cheese with tinned spaghetti on a toasted cheese sandwich. It was alright while I was making it. But by the time I had finished I didn’t feel so hungry somehow. Nevertheless, I ate it. After all the insulting noises that this lot were making I had to.
Dad and I had another session of gin rummy last night. He beat me as usual but I am improving. I had him worried once or twice.
ALAMORE 