So we recently found this letter, which was written by my granddad to his parents in round about 1943, when he was 21 or 22, right before he left England to go and fight in the war.
I was really surprised by his sense of humour and talent for writing, and although I never got to meet him I was pretty moved by some parts, so I thought I’d share it.
For context’s sake - Vera, Lou and Brian are his siblings (Brian being ten years his junior), Harold and Muriel are Vera and Lou’s spouses respectively, and Greta was his girlfriend, who he later married and had children with (and then many years later became my grandma).
Dear Mum + all,
Thanks for your letter. I’m sorry I couldn’t write to you last weekend – pressure of business you know. This is probably the last letter I’ll be writing to you from this side of the water ‘cause we’re due to go within the next two or three days.
I went to see Taffy on Wednesday after having his tonsils done, and I’m afraid he won’t be able to be out in time to come with us, but lots of my other pals are going so we shall be able to keep one-another amused alright. There’s about a dozen officers going so it’s not a case of going off by myself.
I thought I might be able to get three or four days leave but it didn’t work out that way – so you’ll have to say ‘cheerio’ to all the others for me. I’ll write as soon as I can, but you probably won’t hear for a couple of months or so – but don’t start worrying, ‘cause we’re all sent to a base camp first for four months or so before anything exciting happens. And in any case don’t worry, because I hate to think of you worrying, and in any case when you’re worrying most I shall probably be playing ‘ring a roses’ round a palm tree with the rest of the lads.
Look after my books and clothes etc. I’m sending home my Service Dress and a few other things, so don’t let Pop start doing a spot of ramming-up wearing my tunic, or soling Brian’s boots with strips from my Sam Browne.
My bank statement will be sent to you every month sometime round about the 17th – you can open it and write and tell me all the good news – when it’s got to over £1000 start to write in red ink!
My new Army Post Office address I’ll send to Greta before I go, and tell her to give it to you. It looks as if I’m being sent away to safe parts ‘cause it’ll be a lot hotter in France when the Second Front comes, than out in the Middle East. Any way I don’t think it’ll be for long – I’ve missed four years of it already, so there can’t be many more to come.
Before I go there’s one thing I’d like to say to both you + Dad – you’ve both done a lot for me, and I’d like you both to know that I realise it and appreciate it. Thanks for everything.
The only thing I want you to do now is to be alright to Greta – I’ve known her a long time now, and I’m quite satisfied. We might have got married before I went, but we didn’t – it’s going to be worse for her than for me, ‘cause I shan’t have time to get bored and there’ll always be something to keep me occupied. I don’t want her to live like a nun when I’m away – if she goes to a dance or so then she’s got my full permission so don’t think she’s deceiving me – or that every thing the Masons tell Vera is true! So be good to her for both of us.
Keep smiling and don’t worry – and when I come back I’ll tell you all the latest news. Say ‘cheerio’ to the others for me – maybe I’ll send Brian a camel for Xmas, so tell him to be a good boy. I hope you’ll all keep well Vera, Harold, Lou + Muriel and of course Ann, and all the others.
Cheerio for now,
Love to all,
How to fix all problems in Five Nights at Freddy’s. Either that or, y’know, quitting after the first night!
(No, Pirate Cove guy, you don’t get anything. >:C)
Scarlett Johansson, by Paolo Reversi for Vogue
"When the movie releases, are you prepared to be a hero to thousands of kids? What would that mean to you?" [x]
Mud + Pup = True happiness.
uzo aduba › outstanding guest actress in a comedy series #emmys2014
Baking really affects us in the UK.
NEW CLOTHES WOOOAAAHH
Okay so a lot of you know I’ve been having a lot of issues on my appearance lately and part of it is down to the clothes I own not being what I like. So I finally got around to changing that, with the help of the wonderful crazedteensie and swappedmyinnocenceforpride who came along and picked clothes and gave opinions.
Friends wanted to see them so here we go! The top one is on it’s own because I LOVE that jacket (I already owned the shirt), my favourite buy. It’s navy and tartan looking. I also love the grey skirt and jacket ensemble. And the sensible but easy to mix and match blue jumper. And the shirt that makes my boobs look HUGE like woah where did they come from? And the no sleeved shirt and the hard to photograph tartan leggings in the last one that make my legs look hella.
Also gonna tag princesparklypants and webuiltthisnicky because you guys were especially helpful in my “HOW DO STYLE?!” rants. Will try and get you guys slightly better shots of the top jacket and leggings.
But I am so happy oh my gosh.
I’ve been watching this for 5 minutes and giggling like an idiot.
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
“Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.”
In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.
This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants….
Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.
What he did was put the fear of God into them.
More precisely, the fear of Crowley.
In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it…”
Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.
The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified." - Good Omens (via mybesttheory)