1 as usual here not like
the country where something
is always happening. Dublin
life is much duller I think
or maybe it is I'm a dull
dog myself. Well goodbye
now my dearest love with
warmest love until I see
you.
Your loving
James 39 Belgrave Square, Rathmines, Dublin. My Darling May, You won't get this letter
tomorrow so you will have to live on
the fat of the letter you get to day (I hope
you got it by the way) until Tuesday. I ought
to have written to day in time for post but
I got lazy after dinner (gluttony I expect) and
so put off writing until it was too late.
The post by the way goes very early from here
now (owing to war economies like everything
else) — about 4 o'clock so one has to be
very brisk to get to the post at all on Sundays. 2 I expect that's why the letter you posted
home this day fortnight (how long ago it
seems) didn't reach in time. The fact it's
a struggle for me any day to write to you
during the day at the office as I am constantly
being interrupted by callers, men coming to
submit cases for decision &c &c, and if
I defer it until the rush is over it is too
late. So now admit I a good little man
to write so regularly especially as I have always
been a rotten hand at writing letters. I
always envy the people who can dash off
pleasant chatty entertaining letters without
any apparent trouble. Both Nora and Moll
are great at that job, so is Baby Finn (my
cousin) and you're a a very good hand at it yourself too. Whereas in my case after I
have exhausted the 'taking my pen in hand to write to
you these few lines hoping you are well'
and then fall back on the weather I'm
stumped. I gave your message about the
prayer book to Nora. She has been running around
like a clucking hen for the past week or so
since she lost it. I cleared you character with
her but I think she's blaming Mrs. Seery now.
Anyhow she's quite sure it's between you it is, so
you'd both better bring your own payer books the
next time you come up. Glad to hear you're
not losing your religion anyway. The unfortunate
somebody you refer to is thinking the day will never
come when you take him in charge. You'll have
a heavy handful I'm afraid, but not as heavy I
hope as Rose Duffy. The more you wipe your boots
on some girls, the more they love you. It's a curious 3 kind of temperament I must say. There ought to be
a limit to forbearance in such a case as Jim
Duffy's. Well love, I think the work in the office
will ease off this week all right and I'll
probably be able to get a few days off next week. If
you are going to Mullingar on Saturday I suppose you
would prefer me to wait until that day. Either
Friday or Saturday will probably be all the same to
me. Thanks for tip about Mrs Seery but I hadn't
forgotten to write to her. Shall do so tomorrow
and she will have on Monday same time as you
have this. Moll was in to day for a few hours
from Kingstown. She is charmed with both the office
and her lodgings and will I'm sure be very happy.
I suppose you have hardly had time to hear from Tim
yet. Give my regards to your mother, Nano and the
boys. Hope my namesake pulled off the first prize
at the ploughing for the credit of the family name. As
usual I have no news at all. Everything goes on