November 6,1943

Dearest,
I suppose you mean somebody wants to send me some money for Xmas. Which is kind of funny, because I was thinking of sending you some next month, maybe. The way things have been going, I’m getting much more than I need. So I planned to wait until I had a real fat roll (they seldom use anything but one-pound notes here + $100 is 25 of them) and then peel some off for you, unless I find something really worth buying with it which doesn’t seem very likely. As I have said, things that are cheap are just the ordinary necessities of life. But if anybody wants to send me a present, I wouldn’t think of insulting them. A postal money order is probably the simplest method, but a draught on any London bank (especially Barclay’s Bank) would be quite OK. Barclay’s has a branch in every town around here. There is a US Post Office in London + APO517 isn’t far away. I think they cash plenty of M.O.’s This afternoon it suddenly got very cold (must be around freezing) with a howling north wind + now it’s crystal-clear + most invigorating after all the chilly fog and rain we’ve had. Feels like a snappy fall day at home. But it’s nice + cozy in here with our three stoves. Tomorrow being Sunday, I expect I’ll try to write an air-mail letter. I love you very much.

Cheerio B