Mrs Kenneth Penman
Maycot
12 Commonside
Keston
Kent

Postmark: Birmingham 10 Mar 1941
Stamp: 2½d blue King George VI
Postal slogan: GROW MORE DIG FOR V[ICTORY]

The Same

March 9th

Darling

Thank you so much for your nice and interesting letter, not that they aren’t always. Since I last wrote to you, last Tuesday actually, I have had a typhoid injection. Contrary to my expectations it made me feel awfully groggy for about four or five days, upsetting my bohoo something ‘orrible. I had none of the usual shivering this time, just continual sickness. By the way this injection doesn’t mean anything unpleasant, it’s a normal annual affair.

It seems ages darling since I was home. I’m looking forward to Saturday tremendously, it’s amazing how much longer three weeks seems than two.

The enclosed cutting out of the Daily Telegraph I thought rather niggly.

I was so sorry to hear the news about Trude’s mother. Although one is continually reading about these unfortunate people taking their lives, it brings it home to one much more vividly having actually known the person. I am so sorry all we can do is to get on with the job of avenging ’em.

I was very amused and touched by the story of little Jill and…

…the rabbit. Read ought to be shot for letting her stroke a dead rabbit, which I presume she had seen running about. I think darling you handled the delicate situation very well, I can understand exactly how she felt, something rather similar happened when I was smallish and I remember I steadfastly refused to eat rabbit at all until I was about thirteen. As it was during the war, and as you know, we were living in the country, mother, I recollect, thought it very unreasonable. Do you notice that from her reply, “he wasn’t, he was a real rabbit,” she thinks of “eating things” as never…

…really alive.

I don’t believe darling I mentioned in either of my previous letters, how grand the marmalade was, I managed to make it last just a week, in spite of rapacious attempts to finish it for me in one morning.

I saw a film last night called “I Love You Again” with William Powell and Myrna Loy, it wasn’t up to “The Thin Man” standard but was nevertheless very good. In it, William Powell after a tiff is telling Myrna Loy about the behaviour of love birds and he makes a most absurd gurgling noise in the back of his throat up and down the scale. Subsequently during the film, whenever…

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