David to May                     Sheerness                           Tuesday [25th March 1919]

My Darling,

There is no further news yet, so I suppose we shall hear nothing again today. Isn’t it maddening to have to wait around like this, while the set of idiots who have this thing in hand fool about day after day. I suppose they will start the thing again some day.

I got your letter this morning – you shouldn’t worry about me. I am quite alright & my cold is much better.

I am glad you told Lutt that you might be going next week, it is just as well to let him know in case I do get out by any chance, & I still have hopes of it.

How is your job getting on? I do hope you are not working too hard & fagging yourself too much, as it will not help your indigestion a little bit. How are you now, have you been able to sleep at night & is the indigestion any better? You don’t say anything about it in your letter.

I suppose you went to Days last night. I wanted to be there with you.

This morning after breakfast I went for a walk of about 6 or 7 miles viewing the lovely & picturesque scenery of the delightful Isle of Sheppey (the wording is the result of the Falmouth guide book) by way of killing a little time & removing a little of the impatience & hump.

Its a fine day but awfully windy, too windy to make walking pleasant & very dusty too.

However it was better than sticking in Sheerness, or lounging about doing nothing in the mess.

I see that the strikes seem likely to be settled which is rather good, as it won’t interfere with us if we do happen to get away next week.


Nothing has happened during the day.

This afternoon I sat in front of the fire in my room dozing & day dreaming & wishing you were with me, as I always do as soon as I am alone.

Now I am going back to read “The Canon in Residence”. Goodbye, Darling, I hope to have better news tomorrow.