Bradford
(rain as all other days and places)
Market Tavern (Hotel if you can call it that)
3rd September 1946

Bossy Love,                              

Getting very excited over the fact that we shall be off in the morning to Manchester and your news.

As per usual let me write first of all to the partner of the firm of Confino. Business is nil. We  have done absolutely a b s o l u t t t t e l l l l y NO THING. And when you imagine that we have been wet for days and got a real shower (as in Palestine in January only here with our clothes on) you can form some sort of an idea of our plight. The only thing we managed to get is no this and no that, not even promises – but we did get their word that as soon as there is stuff (which is not the case now) Pappi will get some. Let’s hope this is so. By about 4 o’clock we were so wet and so discouraged that we went to a cinema and I thought to myself that this is no way to do business but it gives you an idea of what the business prospects are and what the weather was like. Add to all this that we had no cigarettes and you have the picture complete.

And then you must be told that most people we came to see were on holiday (poor fish – they really will have to be fish to enjoy wet weather).

I am not exactly depressed but very near to it. The “Hotel” is quite a dump, but it is a place. We shall have to sleep in two double beds in two different rooms and we have left the cases at the station as we are starting at 7 in the morning and you can get no taxi at that time in Bradford. Misery – that’s the word for it. We went for dinner at a swanky place and had no fun out of it – it was no good – the food I mean – after the kosher place in Manchester.

It looks as if you will be seeing us back on Saturday. Anyhow we shall aim to be back by then unless something happens and we have to stop in Sheffield or Leicester a bit longer and then we shall not be back until Monday or Tuesday – but this is not very likely. I hope you have managed to extend your holiday. If not you must try and do so right away.

To tell you the truth, my love, I should have liked to write to you on a much more personal note – but I just cannot manage to do it and hope you will be glad to hear rather than read what I want to say.

The whole bloody trip has been such that it gets my back up and I shall have to make up for what we have not been able to do now and have to try and succeed in what I managed to open up as a future prospect. The days are dragging and Saturday seems a long way off. In moments of crazy ideas I feel I should like to run all the way back to you for just a bit of courage and googly-eyed-stuff and then back to this drudgery.

Boss of mine – here is to you. You must be nice to me so that I can do my stuff – get stuff – have stuff and manage to stuff the stuffing of this stuff – is good stuff. If it is nuts – so is your loving husband – i.e. my poor self.

With love – as if that were enough – yours – (any signature will do – but here goes) – HUBBY.

 

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