Oct 12th
My very dearest One, why I'm writing to you again today is beyond me - but I've been looking forward to doing it all this afternoon. You see Monday is usually the first day I start looking forward to seeing you on Wednesday - so I'm doing this instead. Wensleydale gets about a hundred miles further away every 24 hours - and every 20 miles you grow more and more perfect! Today has been as if it just ran straight on after Friday. The only time in my life now when I have a real holiday or rest, is when I'm with you. All the other times I fill in feverishly with something else to stop me missing you.
We had an amazing day yesterday. We all cycled to Shepperton station to catch the 2.42 & saw the train moving out as we came round the corner (Jack saying I looked like a monk on a donkey!) So we sat on the platform being thoroughly ridiculous for half an hour. The twins getting into carriages & pulling all the blinds down & making Graham cycle backwards & forwards to Dunally to get newspapers & books & wool & apples. We eventually got to Belgrave Court, Chiswick, Freda & George & a few others were there too. I did so wish you had been with me because it was so interesting. It's a very nice flat taken by itself - but I think it's horrid having to look out on hundreds of back windows just like your own & prambulators etc. - & all the drain pipes going up outside. I've come to the conclusion I'd almost rather live in a large converted house with big rooms looking out on a small garden. They have a bedroom about the size of Jack's, very nicely done in lovely walnut - 2 single beds pushed together - h& c - but not much room to walk in; a kitchen the size of our scullery - complact but cramped; a small lounge with the only fireplace (all very nicely centrally heated - no expense) & book case, spare bedroom - & dining room furnished with most lovely birchwood refectory table & side-board - all very Norweigan - with chairs copied from a 16th century one they saw somewhere.
I wasn't a bit envious - it's not really what I want at all - although very nice in its way.
Heavens - your family will think you're about to introduce a mad woman into the family, who can write 4 pages on two consecutive days. I feel a bit surprised myself.
I must go now and change for dinner - I've been taking prep. all this time.
I love you very very much - & it's all I can do these days to think of waiting for you till next Spring - let alone next Autumn - it would spoil the wedding a bit if they had to fetch me from an Institution for Broken Spirits, wouldn't it?
A week today & you'll be getting nearer & nearer. I shall manage to live till then - but in what manner is a matter for anxious conjecture.
My dearest - I send you my heart -
your Mary Pleasant
xxx
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