How are you? I am now in France, in a region known as Champagne. It is a beautiful place, with vineyards as far as the eye can see. When the war is over, we must come here together for a holiday.
I hear that they have organized for blackouts in London now. I am sure that you are fine during the day, as Jane is there, but I worry about you being alone at night. You'll be all right, won't you, darling? Keep warm.