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Nov 30, 1927
Dear Richard,
Well, the envelope I stick this in will have the honour of my very last 1st Class stamp. I think I've written more letters to you in the last three weeks than I have to anybody in the last year. Maybe even since coming back to Downton. The only other person I write to with any regularity is Miss Marigold but that's a very different sort of thing you understand. Can you believe it's almost December? I suppose it will be December by the time you're reading this. The days are very short now. They have been but I'm realising it more and more. Do you much like winter, yourself? I've never been very fond of it.
Just a few months ago (and those seem very short too, don't they?) you were here and the sun was up till about three o'clock in the morning. It's blacker now at half six than it was when you and I were sitting in that field between here and Easingwold in the middle of the night.
I hope I've made it clear by now but just in case I haven't, I think of that all the time. All of it, everything we got up to. Even me crying all over your jacket in that field I just mentioned. I would quite like to forget that bit actually but that would hardly be fair to you, would it be? And if I'm going to remember crying I'd prefer it be that time than any other. The point is that I miss you. That's what I'm using my last stamp on. You will get this tomorrow night or Friday morning and by then hopefully I'll have bought some more so we can keep doing whatever this is until you go to Sandringham and leave me to wallow up here without any nice things in the post. But if I can't manage it, because I am very busy, just know that I am thinking of you and thinking about stealing time to pop down to the village and spend more of my hard earned wages on fancy postage.
Anyway, I hope that business with the brusher took care of itself. Your problems always seem to. And I was sorry to hear you couldn't work out your half day after all. Just keep looking forward to Christmas, since they've promised you something. You've earned it, working as you do.
I'm looking forward to it, myself. If it happens. Like you said I won't hope too much as I don't want to be disappointed, but if we can make it happen I'll be a very happy man.
Your loving,
T.B.
P.S. I'm very glad you liked that. "Your loving." I'll keep doing it even in ones I put my name on if you don't mind. It's true after all.