No 15

Maycot
12 Commonside
Keston
Kent

21.1.40

(20th day without word from you)

Dearest,

Just a short letter to ask whether you yet know anything about your leave. No doubt when I do hear from you there will be an explanation for the long interval between your last letters.

Ethel Butler’s brother was due on leave last weekend (from France) but up to yesterday he had not arrived. They had word from him on Thursday that he would be home soon.

I do hope you are well darling. I feel very worried about you during this awful weather. It is blowing an icy gale today and snowing. For the last two days we have been frozen up—no water at all—I have to go in to the Hines for all the water I want. We haven’t any burst pipes though. I’ve never known it so cold and you you know how I loathe it anyway.

Wyn is sleeping with me while this cold spell lasts. We have two eiderdowns that way.

Jill is very well but does not like going out in this intense cold. Last night we had…

…28 degrees of frost. I know darling this is nothing compared with what you are enduring but it’s quite bad enough.

I shall be so relieved when I hear from you.

Vic is now at a Hospital in Watford. Tris went to see him on Thursday. He was not looking too good and the rheumatism has closed one of this eyes temporarily. Apparently he was very ill at Christmas with rheumatic fever and was at the time in a morgue!

Tris says he dreads being sent back to France as he has suffered so badly. Actually, I think he is almost certain to get his discharge. Tris is seeing him again on Monday. One thing she knows he will begin to recover now.

Edie’s mother passed away this afternoon. She has only been semi-conscious this last fortnight and Edie has been living there with Aunt Beth.

I do hope I hear from you soon dearest, meanwhile lots of love from Jill and Wyn and all mine.

Yours,

Terry.