3rd-4th March 1961
Darling Alan,
I got in from dancing an hour ago and my feet are killing me still. I’ll just have to buy another pair of shoes. I’ve decided It’s impossible to get size 9 feet into size 5 shoes. (That is a joke.)
Darling Alan,
I got in from dancing an hour ago and my feet are killing me still. I’ll just have to buy another pair of shoes. I’ve decided It’s impossible to get size 9 feet into size 5 shoes. (That is a joke.)
Darling,
I’ve had a screaming row with my mother and I’m still raging so beware I may let of steam with you. It’s just because I told her we are having 12 people round Saturday evening. And that is not as unreasonable as it sounds because I have worked it all out and it won’t disturb her at all.
Darling Alan,
I’ve got loads to write about, so it’s a good job I’ve haven’t got to get up for work in the morning. Do you realise it is exactly 6 months until you get your demob. it’s coming closer and closer.
Darling Alan,
I have got 15 minutes at the most to write in. I got an awful telling off last night because I was sitting here writing until 12.45. it was just my bad luck that they woke up. In case you’re wondering what happened to last night’s letter, I scrapped it. It was a lovely saga of my problem but as you are too far away to do anything about it I decided I couldn’t send it. After getting you all nice and mystified, I’ll finish.
Darling Alan,
I wish I hadn’t stood that round on Friday night. I realise now that I couldn’t afford it, subject-material-wise. I want to write something tonight so you get your usual letter on Wednesday, cos I know how disappointed I get if a letter of yours doesn’t come by the expected post. It fact, if it doesn’t come my family just daren’t speak to me, they keep well out of my way.
Darling Alan,
Thanks for the ‘one on the house’. Now it’s my turn to stand a round (not ‘stand around’ – but stand, a round – get me?)
I like getting letters when I don’t expect them. The spare one came by midday post today and I only got your last one yesterday. Dad said, ‘what’s the matter, is he confined to barracks, or something?’
My darling Alan,
And you really are a darling. The Valentine was wonderful. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone like you. All the other males I’ve ever known have never remembered any special dates, be they birthdays, monthly anniversaries or Valentine days. So, you may gather from that, that you have lost your bet. – or did you win it? I couldn’t make out which side you were on.
Darling Alan,
I honestly can’t think of anything interesting to write about. It’s always the same. Wednesday, when I didn’t have much time there was loads to tell you. Now I’ve got all evening I’m stuck.
Darling Alan,
We were talking about the RAF at work today. One of the girls’ husband used to go around finding the bodies of the pilots that crashed and take them back to camp. Now, why can’t you have an interesting job like that Alan! Thanks for those photos. I like the one of you on skis.
Darling Alan,
It has definitely been one of those weekends and I am feeling terribly sentimental and lonely so watch out for a very drooly letter.
I was ever so pleased that you mentioned the 4th in your letter. That is just something else to prove we think alike, cos I mentioned it as well – remember?
My darling Alan,
I was so pleased to get your letter today. I have been worrying because I haven’t heard from you for a week. I knew you were going skiing last weekend and I have been imagining all the terrible things that might have happened to you.
I was being silly I know, but it really brought home to me how awful life would be if I never saw you again.
Dearest Alan,
My mother has been sitting here ages talking to me about nothing in particular and I have been dying to write to you. I always wait ‘til everyone has gone to bed, then I can think of things without feeling as though everyone is reading my mind. That is a guilty conscience I suppose.
Darling Alan,
Please let me keep the photograph!!! It’s not that it is just a photo. It means more than that. It’s special because you gave it to me on a special day, you know what I mean. I won’t show it to anyone else if you hate it so much. I just want to keep it.
My darling Alan,
Isn’t it awkward to think of something to start off a letter? I’ve given it up so I’ll just have to tell you what’s been happening and why, when, how and which etc, straight away.
If this letter seems a bit funny to you it’s not your eyes it’s just that my head is none too clear at the moment. I got back from a party about half hour ago and just to make sure that you know I didn’t forget you the whole evening, I thought I would write at the first opportunity I got.
Darling,
Your letter was waiting for me when I got home from work tonight. I liked it better than the first one cos it sounded more like you.
We had quite some excitement at work today. We had to fill in a funny little form giving our first, second and third choices of holidays – that was ages ago now. This morning a few girls were called in to see the principal and were told that they can’t have their choice.
Darling Alan,
I have been in such a marvellous mood all day, it hasn’t seemed like a Monday. I got your letter this morning. It was so nice. I think I could have cried if I hadn’t been on the train.
The weekend has been so boring yet when I look back on it, it hasn’t been any different from the weekends before I knew you. It doesn’t seem possible that there was ever a time before I knew you.
Hiya, Honey!
Did I ever tell you I love you? You are an absolute darling to send me those postcards. It was marvellous getting them ‘cos I’d worked out that today was the earliest I could hope to hear from you, then I came home from work yesterday and one postcard was sitting there waiting for me and I got the other one today.
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.