Jan 16th/15
My darling Cyril
I am not writing a long letter as this may not reach you as I do not know your address, but I thought I would write to tell you I am “winning through” all right and have had no complaints about my work for the past two or three days and Sister treats me now as though I had a suspicion of intelligence which is a point gained. Also, dear, I am keeping well and do not get nearly so tired.
Did you get my long letter before you left Tidworth?
Well, Sweetheart, I am looking forward to hearing all about your new quarters.
Early on Friday morning before your pc came, while I was cleaning brass taps! The thought came over, “I feel sure Cyril is moving today,” so when your card came, the news it contained was stale news.
I have just finished writing to your Father. I thought it was his turn for a letter.
It is Barbara’s birthday on the 28th – to please me, dear, will you send her that photo to reach her then. Letters take over a week so post in good time.
I have wanted you so much lately, dear boy - there is so much one can say in a few minutes which would take hours to write, and during these last strenuous days it would have been such a relief to have had you near at hand. Now that I get off from 5 to 9, if only Lord Kitchener had the noose to station the 2nd Worcesters at Birmingham, we could meet occasionally, on Sundays at any rate. We work the same on Sundays but as a rule there are not many operations. Last Sunday we were busy but as a rule we count on this day to get in odd jobs necessary for the up keep of the theatre, like mending, special cleaning of instruments, and all kinds of things.
Well, Beloved, write soon and often – the longer we are separated the more dependent I become on your letters.
Is your cold quite well?
With heaps of love
From your own
Mela
