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.
Postcard en route, 10th January 1961
2nd postcard en route, 10th January 1961
12th January 1961
My dearest Maureen,
Thanks for your wonderful parting gift, I shall wear it always. When you gave it to me, words just didn’t seem to come and I felt near to tears so I had to rush off to save making a fool of myself.
When I left you I returned home and after the party was over, packed my case and finally getting my head down at 2 am. In spite of being dead beat I still found it difficult to sleep.
13th January 1961
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.
15th January 1961
My dearest Maureen.
Thanks for a really charming letter – terrific – I’ve read it a dozen times already. My last letter was rather short, I’m afraid, I was really tired at the time. It’s quite understandable isn’t it – yes – well, anyway since last writing I have been able to obtain a few nights’ rest and am rather more relaxed now but nevertheless terribly depressed because I am missing the one person in my life who is priceless – that’s you silly!
ALAMORE 