The Nurses’ Home
The General Hospital, Birmingham
March 9th 1915
My dearest Cyril
I intended writing you a long letter tonight but am feeling too sick and tired of life to do so. Am going to practise bandaging in one of the wards first and then going to have a hot bath and get to bed and read a novel to take my mind off my work.
It has taken every bit of the will power I can muster to stick things these last few days and except that I have said I would stay a year, nothing else but that has kept me from resigning.
I had a nice letter from Arthur which I enclose for you to read.
I would very much like to see you whenever it is possible for you to get leave. I want to talk things over with you about whether it is worth my while to head up for this exam – or whether I should not bother to take it. I am too tired when I come off duty to study properly.
Theatre Sister has been too insulting for anything. The 3 Staff Nurses over me all take my part so that I am convinced I am not to blame for the things she grumbles at.
I cannot understand her attitude towards me but she always seems to be trying to take me down a peg or two. Perhaps I appear conceited to the outside world but in my heart of hearts I don’t think I am – do you?
I hope, dear, that your feet are better.
Goodnight and God bless you.
Ever your affectionate