General Depot
Shorncliffe
6th March 1918

My own darling Doll.

I have not received a letter from you today, but as there is only one delivery on Saturday, I suppose it arrived too late.  However I hope to receive one tomorrow.

There is nothing first to tell you, that is respecting what is going to happen to me.  I hope to be able to tell you something definite by Monday.  I am not worrying about it though.  They can’t send me to France, and where ever I am in England, this Doll will be also.

I went down to Folkstone this afternoon and had a hot sea-water bath.  Gee, it was fine.  I felt great after it.  I missed having my back rubbed though, that was about the only thing that was missing.

It is just a week ago today since the blow fell, you know what I mean, don’t you.  Believe me, I have cursed the day I reported sick, and went up for a board.  In future I’ll know when I’m well off.  If I had only been down here a month sooner, I would have been in Canada by now.  But its just my luck.  I always was unlucky.  No, that is not right.  I’m the luckiest fellow in the whole world, or I wouldn’t have you.  Gee, Doll, I am lonesome without you.  This is Saturday, and instead of being with you, here I am pining away, 70 miles from London.  But I’ll soon be with you, that is I hope so.  As you know nothing is certain in the Army, but with a little bit of luck, I’ll be up on Tuesday.  I am going to try to get and get off at noon, and catch the train which leaves here about 1 o/c.  I will wire you at the office, and you can meet the train.

I hear that we are to have another board on Monday.  I don’t know whether it is true or not, its only a rumour so far, but I don’t care, they can have all the boards they want, it won’t scare me any.

How are they all at home.  And how is my little Doll?  Is your eye better yet.  And has your little friend left yet.  Doll darling I wish it hadn’t appeared on the scene, there would have been something to look forward to, that would have made both of us happy.  Never mind, thought, we will try again, properly next time, and leave it at that.  Instead of spoiling it.  You know what I mean, don’t you?

Well my darling, I can’t think of anything more to say now.  Will write again tomorrow.

With all my love, and lots of hugs and kisses.
Your ever true and devoted husband
Sid.

P.S.
I hope that you can understand this letter.  I can’t write properly, I feel too lonely.  Hurry up Tuesday.
Sid.