31701-0243-0001

Brittania Street,
Manly,
26th Jan. 1943.

My Own Darling Husband,
Everything looks fine for a good afternoons loaf. Yes, I know you will be disgusted with me, no conscience you will be thinking. I am afraid my conscience is letting me down, it has just about deserted me. I am sitting back here patting myself on the back having such a good job, nothing to do. It is a great life. All good things come my way though including you my darling, you are the best of all.
Anyway it is their choosing to give me a job like this, so why should I worry, I have worked hard up till the present time. I am only filling in my precious time here till my darling comes home to me. By the way you have deserted for long enough, when are you coming home to me? Do you think you will have to return this time again, tell me honestly when you write. I wouldn't like you to be stationed around Brisbane, it is a good place to be out of. I would love to go somewhere fresh with you, I wouldn't mind going north, in fact I would go anywhere. You told me in the letter I received last night I so very seldom complain, you never know of my ills and heartaches. My health is at most times Al, but I wouldn't say the same about my heart. I have a few heartaches at times, and take it out on everybody but you Alan dear. I have been utterly spoilt and I feel so neglected at times especially when I don't get letters for days on end, but of course you must have a very good reason for that. I am nearly always happy though, it is just my nature to be that way, which is a good thing.

I was thrilled to receive your letter last night, and also to hear you are sending my ring down, I am anxiously awaiting it. I guessed you would loathe parting with it, but you will be able to look at it all day long on my finger when you come home, and it will look much nicer there than along side of my medallion, don't you think? Once I get it on my finger again it will never come off, you know I have always loved you and always will, yes, till the last breath in my body, my darling.

You know they had a laugh on me yesterday. A girl called up, I was at t he [the] Canteen at the time, she left a message to tell me she couldn't get the wine for the party to-night [tonight]. When Mr. Cotton told me about it I told him he must have misunderstood. Imagine my surprise when I am called to the phone later on in the afternoon and a man's voice tells me the wine is ready now, and I am come across to the Licquor department and collect it. I told him he had the wrong number, and he told me he was waiting to speak to Mrs.Hopper of Engineering Department. My first thought was it was you at home playing a joke on me. He laughed so much he could hardly speak to me, and I did the same thing, of all things to call me up about. I didn't find out who it was but Monica up here knows something about it, because I told her it may have been you and she laughed so heartily, and told me you were still in New Guinea. That is always happening to me lately, I go from one