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.
Thinks! About time I wrote but have a good excuse because life is pretty interesting in this area just lately. Since this Kuwait business started, thousands of soldiers have passed though this camp bound for the trouble spot. They have been arriving from all parts of the island and seem to be heavily armed. Some of them even pitched tents on the bondu outside the billet overnight before they went.
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.
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.