25th August 1915
My darling Boy
A letter from you yesterday and one today dated the 26th and 30th July. Some days back I received a postcard dated the 6th August, on which you report you were not feeling fit, so what happened to the two letters just received I cannot imagine.
I have had such a lot of letters lately with kind enquiries after you including one from Mrs Japp today, in which she mentions that Neville is at the front in France.
Uncle Harry has written to me every day so sweetly since he heard you had been wounded. He is a dear old thing - almost as nice as my Funny Old Thing.
Cecil sent you his love and every good wish for your recovery. I enjoyed reading about your walk on the hills. Of course I was there all the time with you, didn't you notice me?! I remarked on the view but got snubbed as usual by you replying "Yes, quite nice but ... and if it were not for ... I should like it better. I got so annoyed that I flew back to England saying to myself "Well, if the scenery out there fails to satisfy him, when will he be satisfied!"!! You really are incorrigible, Boo. Even Malta, I'm afraid, will not alter you, you really are hopeless!
I'm awfully tired, old fellow, so excuse only a scrawl. I am told the nurses abroad do not have to work as hard as we do here. Those who have gone out write and tell us so.
If they forward letters from the Peninsula you will get plenty from me while you are in hospital, dated earlier than this one, although this will reach you first.
Am going home to Badsey on Sunday. You can guess how we shall all be thinking of you. God bless you, dear Love. I am fit and in the best of health - the only thing I want is you, and you are not a Thing, are you, just a dear old wounded Sweetheart, whom I am longing to kiss - and longing even more that he shall get better.
All my love
From your devoted