October 19, 1943

Dearest Marty,
Here it is Tuesday night + I haven’t heard from you since Friday. I thought your letter would be arriving more regularly than that. I’m still trying to get rid of my cold + living a pleasantly quiet life doing it. I haven’t been off the post for a week. The weather in England certainly goes in for all varieties + sudden changes. The other day the sun came out in the middle of a downpour + stayed out the rest of the day. This country is certainly pretty when it is “fine”. Then in the midst of a beautiful cold starry night it suddenly clouded over + rained. It is usually misty, hazy, or foggy, even when the sun is out, but sometimes it is gorgeously clear. Often, it stays overcast + foggy for days at a time. And one night we had a real storm with drenching rain + a gale of wind that blew the rain through the crevices in the building, like at the Beach, but it didn’t last long. For some reason I keep forgetting to tell you that I think it was very nice of you to go to Aunt Mary’s funeral. Today the first batch of newspapers + magazines arrived in the mail- newspaper dated Sept 7 to 17 and lot of medical advertisements that nobody wanted. Got Toots a nice fake face for Halloween. I sure wish I could help. Be good to yourself, too.

Love B