"Dyer luv us Jim?"

I found the most interesting thing the other day when I was at my mom's house...(yes, still clearing things out...). I found my Grandmother Wheal's cookbook - she's the one who was born in London - and in it, I found a postcard with this written: "Dear Jim
Lunch in icebox (at bottom) in Bag. In case I'm late!
Mom Carrie"

And then she goes on and writes "M-H-Rs of Day" (don't know what that means - any ideas?)
"Nov der toiteent toity noine yerrs ago
GORBLIMY"
(translation: "November the thirteenth - thirty-nine years ago" ...which is the date of my grandparents' wedding anniversary...Gorblimy is a British slang for "God blind me!)
And then she continues, "Remember hearing this! Dyer luv us Jim? Yaass! Well then muck-us-abart! (cockney aye)"

The year was 1948 - my grandmother was 63 years old and she's writing a love note to her husband! I never knew her - she was in her 70s when I was born and, by then, she was ill and in bed, taken care of by my proper English-gentleman grandfather who still took tea at 4 in the afternoon and wore long-sleeved white shirts and dress shoes.
Just goes to show you that you should be careful what you tuck away in books...your granddaughter might find it there 60 years later!