Monday ?
My Dear Nifty

Many thanks for coming round this weekend and for bringing all those goodies.
I hope you come around soon to eat some of them before they are consigned to High Wycombe Borough Cleansing Department.

I hope that you didn’t find it too much of an ordeal coming up against the frumious mother snatch. I am afraid that I always do.
Still, that’s duty done for another month or so.

Darling, I’m sorry I was unkind to you and if you are looking for excuses I’ll tell you that I find it for some reason impossible to reconcile in my mind your real love for Theresa and your almost constant pre-occupation with thought for her and your simultaneous apparent sensitivity of feeling for me. If you want that in more basic terms, how can you write a very deep and sincere love letter to one girl and halfway through make deep and sincere ( so you tell me) love for another. And borrow her typewriter, paper, envelopes and stamps and stamps.
I feel simultaneously turned off, bitterly hurt and jealous, I’m sorry.

Still that’s life, I suppose, and I am far more turned off by a sweet, loving, constant and considerate guy. So back to the age old philosophy of love and enjoy what you’ve got while you’ve got it. I hope by the time you visit me next I’ll have got over my wicked attack of the jealousies and be able to enjoy your company and attention so long as you choose to give it.

Robert and Jill were in the Admiral Benbow tonight. I asked Robert about “ the letter “ and he hasn’t done it yet but will do it as soon as possible then get you to sign it