O.V.S.
Thursday
- Dearest Dear, Life is Bloody at the moment - I've got a tummy-ache and I haven't seen you for such a long time - (it does make an awful difference, doesn't it?) - Three people have 'phoned me up in the middle of lessons today - Andrew to arrange to take me home to vote - Wilkinson to invite me up to his Father's flat at Lancaster Gate to dinner this evening - and you. The maids think I'm keeping a male harem - and I'm still in the same position as I was - listening to two hours New Testament with a tummy-ache!
Miss Olsson is still in bed, so I took her lessons this afternoon and what with prep from 5-6. I'm feeling appallingly disagreeable and haven't had any tea.
- Oh - Ticky darling - I can't go on like this - it seems weeks since I saw you, and yesterday evening was awful at home with them all playing bridge - and then Matron crowned it all by taking your letter that came for me at 9.0 up to bed with her to give me in the morning - so I might have had it to go to bed with just when I needed it last night.
Norah & Teddy called in at home for tea on Monday and didn't even think of calling on me - I do hate everybody!!
I was telling Grannie Hiscoke's was closing down and she said they'd probably be pulling all those shops down soon to widen the road just there - so that's worth bearing in mind.
I'm on duty this Saturday because of Miss Olsson - and don't get off till about 5.0. If it's wet the children have been promised to go to Cardinal Richelieu on Sat. afternoon - but if it's dry, couldn't we go in the evening? Mummy wants me to come home but it's so late, and Jack & Jill are going out to a dance with the car. I suppose you - oh - no, Mummy would think I was crackers.
- But I simply must see you soon - I was hoping you wouldn't be doing anything on Friday - but I forgot Grosvenor House.
Grannie's horrified you're a Socialist - & possibly won't own anyone who'd in favour of nationalising everything!!
It is so stupid about the letters, it makes me go hot all over too.
I've lost my fountain-pen as well - curse it.
Have taken dislike to Helen Attlee who looked down her nose to me on Monday because she's going to a dance at Claridge's.
Why have you got this Sat. morning off instead? What are you going to do - Oh - gosh - darling - if only I could see you now - it's horrible having to bottle myself up like this with noone to talk to and no weekend to look forward to - I shall have to marry someone soon - or bust!
- Dearest of dears - tell me I'm a fool & that I shall feel better tomorrow - but there seems to be an ache in my heart which grows & grows.
Perhaps I've been spoilt.
Love
Mary
xxx
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