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Francesca darling,
Just a goodnight note. I am feeling a great mixture of relaxation after the week-end and growing frustration at a return to the week. I do not want to write to you – I want to talk to you and have you in my arms. And I feel a bit grumpy at having to clamber laboriously back to the techniques of living without you …
Darling I did enjoy the week-end: even that little taste made me feel as if life has suddenly become more spacious. Dearest as soon as I start writing this I find I get lost in reverie. I don't know how I shall last out the next four weeks. Every now and then I look round and wonder why I can't stay up the whole night packing. Or why some kind person has not already been and offered to buy this house at a sum of money we should approve. But I suppose it will begin to happen. I don't know how we shall spend our last days here. We shall have to live on what we can pack in a few suitcases and have our meals standing up. Dear sweetheart I cannot think how you manage to get any work done at all, leave alone concentrate on it.
Goodbye for the present my darling. I hope you are feeling pretty fit despite your exertions.
With all my love dear Heart.