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My darling,
Despite my good resolutions I cannot help just writing you this to say what a heavenly evening it has been. I seem unable to exist without you and I cannot understand how I have survived all these years. Even on a poisonous day like yesterday I knew my work is far better than it has ever been so far. And to-day you simply made the strains roll away. Darling Francesca, how I love you and how I wish I could be with you always.
The group meeting tomorrow night, ‘to-night’ it will be when you read this, will I am sure make me feel dreadfully ignorant and guilty because I cannot read or write a thing just now although my work with patients is far, far better than it has ever been.
My darling sweetheart I must stop. Once I start on a letter to you I go on thinking of you between every line and word, and I shall end up by being a wreck for want of sleep.
All my love to you Francesca my darling.
Wednesday morning. Good morning my sweetheart. I hope you are well. I am feeling so impatient about seeing you that I have begun to wonder if I was right in thinking so easily that we should let the negotiations for the house take their course, or whether in fact it would not be an advantage for us to have possession of it as soon as possible. If we hurry the contracts it could mean we were free to start working on it – cleaning, repairing, taking in odd bits and pieces. Which is best for you?