It is with pleasure, Georgie, that I learn of Freddie the shrink permitting the visit of myself to his lunatic asylum. Brian does not mind at all to take me because never before has he seen inside of hospital for brainsick people. Only fly in Kay Y jelly is Brian having to take car for the MOT type test but car being of Swedish manufacture, which is to say VOLVO, no problems should be experienced.
Why is Freddie requiring the 48 hours notice? Is this because he want to make sure all leather straps and canvas jackets tucked neatly away in cupboard? Nor yet any bodies threshing about and having to be restrained by muscular attendants? (Do not worry – this is joke Anna is making. The 48 hours notice is not problem. Nothing is problem which bring reunification with my Georgie.).
Regarding your strange habit with the jam in the pudding, could not they give to you small jar of jam what you take into dining room and apply yourself to the pudding? This seems satisfactory arrangement to me.
I enjoy the lady what is strutting her stuff along boulevards of Liverpool city. This is city I would much like to visit, being as it is home of Fab 4 who are called The Beatles and are second only to ABBA in history of popular music.
But this man Clive is idiot person, wanting to be shot up into space when dead. Wherefore would we be if everybody want this? We would have a sky full of stiffs. A hazard to aircraft is what they would be. This is like the volcanic ash which at present causes no flying of aeroplanes in Europe. And this disaster gives to me another thought. What if everybody want to be cremated? (When they are dead, I mean). And what if they want their ashes to be scattered to the four winds? Could not there happen another crisis with ashes being sucked into jet engines? We need to think carefully about environment, and so why not take those who can afford to pay to Antarctic, and there drill hole in ice and shove them in standing up? No expensive coffins would be needed and this has added advantage that if medical science should advance they might be later extracted and brought back to life.
Tonight I go to play cards with Phyllis (Mrs Dinky) because Brian is on the late bus shift. She cheats but this I do not mind because we play only for small amounts of money. She tells me many interesting story of life in the WRAF – what hilarity! She recounts to me of the occasion when after a demob do (this is kind of party for person who is leaving the Air Force) a friend who is called Clare get very drunk and Phyllis have to hold her head while she vomit down lavatory. Unfortunately this lady have small dental plate with two false teeth at front of her mouth and unbeknowningly to either lady this shoot out and get flushed down pan. This is only discovered next morning when it is well on way to sewage farm. Naturally this cause distress to owner of teeth who no longer own them. And who before times had lovely smile which is alas no more, so she keep mouth shut for several days - until new teeth fitted by dentist.
Georgie, you do not need large crane to lift your mood. I know what is needed and this I will supply!!

Until then

All my love

Anna