Dearest. It is now 20/2/42 and I haven't written for nearly a week - but what is there to write about? We have all sorts of troubles here but they will be all over by the time this reaches you so it seems useless to mention them - they are mainly about food. We had hoped to get a parcel today - I wrote at least 10 days ago asking one of the Inspectors to send me in some things - I hear they are now coming - but not today! Macleod and Valentine and most of the Inspectors are being sent in here next week we hear - I am not surprised. I knew it would come in the end.
I keep quite fit - my only worry is where you are and how you are. I wish I knew and yet unless you are at Dacca perhaps it is just as well we don't know how each other is faring - it would just make us all the more unhappy. But we'll stick it out I am not quite so optimistic as I was - the fall of Singapore has altered the situation I'm afraid but we'll carry on. Dora came in there an hour or so ago to pinch a sheet of this paper to write to Bertie! She gave me a cig - I have about one a day from Dora - and she had a cup of tea!
Well Cheero Darling. Love. B