Letter from Malcolm Payne to Doris Weeks

Letter from Malcolm Payne to Doris Weeks

Feeling better after phoning her. Talks about wind and catches up with news about long days. Mentions six letters from home. Ends with endearments

1944-05-04

Four page handwritten letter and envelope

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Miss Doris Weeks,
37. Hawthorne Rd.,
Bunker’s Hill,
[underlined] Lincoln. [\underlined]
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F/Sgt. Payne. M.H.
R.A.F. Stn,
Syerston,
NR. Newark,
Notts.
[underlined] Wednesday [/underlined]
[inserted] Haven’t the energy to correct any [underlined] mistakes [/underlined] [/inserted]
Hello Darling,
This was as far as I got when I decided to ‘phone you. Now I feel heaps and heaps better.
What do you think of this wind Pet? I’ve been running around with my hair down over my eyes today. Gee! but does it annoy me. Both the wind and the hair.
The wind was like this yesterday morning when we were riding back from Lincoln – Newark I mean – and it wasn’t
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behind us either.
Don has retained his [underlined] bloody [/underlined] “Mo” but only because we forgot about it until it was almost time to go on parade.
I can imagine how much you would [deleted] have [/deleted] liked to [inserted] have [/inserted] been with us whilst sunbathing. Yes, Bud is skinny – bleedin’ ‘ell yes.
Oh darling, say that again. I mean about the chaps picking on someone their own size and not an old cripple next time they want to wrestle. I was tickled “pink” with that Pet.
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I’m awfully glad to hear you went back to bed, yesterday darling. I’m almost on my knees now.
It was about 11-30 when I went to bed last night and was up this morning at 6. I think I’ll be late again tonight too. Oh hell but who cares. I love you just the same darling one.
Our silly old Engineer is singing bloody swing sweet and dancing with himself in the middle of the room.
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I recd. [sic] a huge (well 6) letters from home yesterday and boy! – are they always welcome.
But darling so are yours.
You say you don’t know this [indecipherable word] dance. Remember me telling you about her once. You know, the school-girl – or don’t you.
Dearest, there isn’t any news now and I’m in a bad mood so will say cheers.
All my best love darling Angel.
[underlined] Malcolm [/underlined]
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[circled x] !!!?
[circled x] for you