Letter from Ursula Valentine to her husband John Valentine

Letter from Ursula Valentine to her husband John Valentine

She writes about the gardening, weather, family, neighbours, and his bicycle which has been repaired.

1941-12-03

Four page handwritten letter

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Lido
3rd Dec 1941
Darling Johnny,
The postman hasn’t brought your letter yet, but I’d better not wait for it. Barbara is coming back to lunch today instead of going straight on duty, it will be nice to see her again, I do miss her when I’m left on my own. I had a letter from the PO today saying that the medallion cannot be traced, it is a pity. I must write & tell Roy.
Charles Swindall rang up last night. He has now got his commission & is home on indefinite
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leave, which may mean a day or a week or more. I promised we’d ring up when next you get home, on the off-chance that he is still in town.
Your bike is ready now. I’ve got the lamps etc, which will be sent in a separate parcel to prevent pinching. As regards the tyres, we’ve had them under observation & there seems to be nothing wrong with them. No tyre stays hard for more than a week or so, & these have stayed hard at least that long. Besides, you being so keen on pumping up, will surely not mind topping them up once a
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week. So there now remains the problem of getting it to the station. Today is horrid weather, a damp & yellow fog, so I doubt if I shall manage it today – perhaps tomorrow when Ba is home. Incidentally Frances is spending her first morning indoors, upstairs in her cot. It’s really too horrid to put her out.
I made a violent attack on the top vegetable patch yesterday & got the naphthalene dug in. I also dug up the remaining artichokes, not many of
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them, so that the side beds up there are now empty & can be dug over. I hope the gardener does turn up tomorrow.
Catherine Nair came round last evening to see me about starting her Savings Group. I hope she does actually get it going, tho’ I have my doubts.
I hope this horrid weather is keeping you snug on the ground. I hope too that the drops will soon begin to make some effect on that nose of yours.
All my love to you dearest.
Always yours
Ursula.