Letter from Harold Gorton to his wife

Letter from Harold Gorton to his wife

He writes about the weather and looking forward to seeing his wife on leave.

1943-08-21

Three handwritten sheets

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OFFICERS’ MESS,
ROYAL AIR FORCE,
CARK,
NORTH LANCASHIRE.
TELEPHONE GRANGE 390.
21/8/43
Dearest,
You will excuse me if this letter is a bit incoherent, as the thought of seeing you on Monday has driven everything else out of my mind.
I’m writing this in bed at 10.30 a.m. I was flying last night until 2.30, - a lovely night & I was almost sorry to stop. Now, as usual, it’s pouring down outside, so I don’t feel in a hurry to get up.
I’m sorry you didn’t get your letter this morning. I discovered at lunch time yesterday that I’d forgotten to post it, & by then it was too late. Still, you’ll have two letters on Monday.
I shall be in Farnworth on Monday evening. On second
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thoughts I don’t think I shall be able to get away early enough to meet you in Manchester, so I shall see you at home. The pub you get off at is called the Black [underlined] HORSE [/underlined], & don’t you forget it.
When I hear the rain pounding on my hut, & you talk about sitting in the sunshine, it makes me mad. We occasionally get spells of about 12 hours when it doesn’t rain, but all the rest of the time it’s pouring down.
In case I forgot to mention it, Alice is sending the bike.
You must certainly take jolly good care not to catch this flu. I can’t have you being ill, because you are too precious to me. [deleted] for that [/deleted]. Of course, if you choose to be ill when you should
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be coming on 48, it’s adding insult to injury!
But take very good care of yourself, darling, for my sake, won’t you?
All my love,
Harold