Went to hospital last weekend with the crabs. Shave and put on some strong blue ointment. Now suffering from stubble trouble. Went out sailing in Braybooks’s Moth the other day. My first three attempts to ‘go about’ failed through not letting go the rudder, but soon mastered that and had a damed good day.
Flying still going strong, and had CFI’s test (Chief Flying Instructor) the other day. He said “See Y landing ground”, I said yes, so he switched off the engine and said “Do a forced landing“. Orders is orders, so down I went. I had two shots which he didn’t like, and when we got home I explained I hadn’t been taught them. Went up with the Group Captain yesterday as passenger, and circled the lake and studied the trenches at Ramadi.
Today an hour’s Audax, and some “wheeler” power approach landings. A bit of rugger, and a bit of sunbathing in the afternoons. Was out walking on the bund the other night when I met a chap who said “come in and have one”. He is W/C Jope-Slade, in intelligence in Baghdad, and he told me a lot of interesting things about Iraqi politics.
(JDW: both Charles Braybrooks (2nd may 1941) and W/C Jope-Slade (5th May 1941) were to be killed in the battle to come in May).