No posting from the Air Ministry yet. I go over to Portreath as a guest of Durrant – ex-Maungdaw controller – for drinks, dinner and a look at the Ops room and one or two modern conveniences I have never even heard of before. Am driven back by a WAAF and we discuss Yanks, my usual bete noire these days. Yesterday I feel much depressed. I know what is wrong, but there is nothing I can do about it. The weather now turned squally and rather cold and I appear to have starboard sinus trouble, as my right nostril is permanently slightly heavy and bunged up. Will keep me off flying again I suppose. I have removed all trace of my squadron leadership, and am now a common or garden junior officer again.
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