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Francesca, my sweetheart,
I have been thinking about our marriage. I feel that the beginning of June would be a very good time. I wish it were possible to arrange it in a way that gave us a chance to have a honeymoon, but I think this would be very difficult. From the point of view of work I am inclined to think I ought to work through till about August 8th and make the summer break four weeks – usually it is about five. With a little luck we might then have honeymoon either at Christmas or in Spring. By then we should be a bit settled in and know how things are shaping for us.
I suppose the best day for the marriage and reception would be a Saturday? We shall need to get out invitations pretty soon. I hope above all that in spite of difficulties it will be possible to arrange it so that it will be a really enjoyable thing for others so that they can share a little of the happiness that it means for us. To me it means more than I shall ever be able to say my dearest Francesca.
My dear I find it almost impossible to write to you. I go off into a day-dream at every other line and the result of hours is just this miserable little scrawl of nothing in particular. I am sure I should be thinking of all sorts of business details but somehow they all go clean out of my head. I live a sort of double life; one
with my patients trying to keep to the exacting job in hand and also the monthly detail of accounts and such like; and the other centring in the all-absorbing thought of you my dearest. It is no good doing any more except to say that as always I love you my darling Francesca.
With all my love.