Some more extracts from letters written by WA Seymour around 1939-40 while he was in the RAF. (Wednesday Afternoon, Cardington, Bedfordshire) Many thanks for Uncle Joe's letter. I have time to write this to-day because it is snowing like mad outside, and we never do anything when it rains or snows. I have written two letters this morning, one to my pal and one to the Wheelers Secretary. The Wheelers prize-giving is next Monday night. [The "Wheelers" would be "Boston Wheelers" cycling club (http://bostonwheelerscc.org.uk/).] (Thursday Night, Feltwell, Norfolk) I shall soon be well rigged out for clothes when I get your scarf. I had a pull-over sent me and a young lady friend of mine in Cambridge said she would knit me a pair of gloves, I don't know whether she will or not. The pull-over was sent by a Miss G.I. Hooper of 48, Argyle Street, and she was very careful to put "Miss" in her letter and she also sent a stamped addressed envelope to make sure I wrote back. I wondered if it was a gag to get me to write to her or not, because Mother gave my name to a schoolteacher I know, and I've been wondering why this teacher couldn't have sent the pull-over herself. When I was going to write to her I was trying to make up my mind whether "Miss" Hooper was a young lady of about 18 or an old maid of ? about, shall we say 50. (Just imagine the poor old dear, with her crinoline and cat.) I finally decided (from my own conclusions) that Miss Hooper is about 17 or 18 because her letter was printed and rather heavily scented and you don't usually find old maids of 50 printing their letters, even if they use scented notepaper. Perhaps you can get your Detective Agency on the job and get some information for me. (I thank you.) [Argyle Street is in Boston. I'd better let you know what happened about Miss Hooper since I don't want you biting your nails; though it's a bit disappointing] (Wednesday Night, Feltwell, Norfolk) It's a pity you didn't get any information about Miss Hooper, you know I shall want somebody to run around if I get home for Xmas. I have been making a list of "possibles" and I have got them narrowed down a lot. How about "Ginger" across the road from you? Do you think she will be attracted by the Air Gunner's badge. As a last resort I might try "Coe", although I hope she thinks different of me, than she did that Sunday night she stopped us in Emery Lane and told me off for ringing her up. Do you remember that night? Poor old Betty, I often think about that "do". I was hoping that they might have "The Lion Has Wings" at the Odeon for Xmas, but I see from the forthcoming attractions that there isn't anything outstanding on. We have had a deuce of a lot of rain here lately. I had a pair of gloves and a Balaclava helmet sent to me last week by a woman at Amber Hill. I told Mother to bang my name and address into the "Standard" troops fund, I may as well get as much out of this war as I can. [OK, so he's very keen on his posse of ladies. He mentions "Coe" elsewhere though she might be more of a long-term friend than a girlfriend. Emery Lane is a narrow pedestrian street (almost an alley) in Boston, with shops. The Odeon was one of Boston's cinemas (those around my age may remember it as the Classic and it was later the Haven). It was on South Square and has been demolished. The Standard is the Boston Standard, which is still one of Boston's local newspapers (http://www.bostonstandard.co.uk/)] Regards Simon