All is well here and little Lillian is going great with her walking now. We've had to put a new latch on the gate to stop her getting out and making off down the street! Oh my darling, I miss you more than I can say. I was thinking the other day about the dance. Your two left feet make me smile, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if my toes are sore for days!
Mother has been driving me crazy with her talk of getting chickens. She really believes we'll win the war with her allotment. She has carrots, peas, enough potatoes to feed half the British Arm but now the war office has suggested we keep live stock and she's fretting that they'll ferret up all the strawberries before she's had time to make the jam. It really is quite intolerable.
How is everything there? Well I hope. We're all so very proud of you. I just hope they're keeping you as far from danger as possible and that you come home soon. This hideous war seems never ending.
when all of this is over, promise me we can get rid of all the blasted carrots mother insisted we plant. That we can sit outside together once the children are asleep and listen to the stream and not think about wars or fear of rationing. Let's plan the garden and plan the future and just be happy again.
I love you,