A Story of War

I go in on Monday and see Elaine and we sit in the bar and drink mixed Guinness and Brown Ale until bacon and eggs arrives about 11.30pm. We have quite a session but no score again – though we have the joint to ourselves, Nancy being in bed suffering from “bad beer”.

This (flying) programme is a bit of a bind, as it means up at 7am every day and we don’t always finish until 17.45. The other day I sit in the flight office from 1-5pm waiting for a flight, and doing nothing.

Yesterday I go to play tennis at the King-Hay’s but am given a good supper and so cannot play very well after it. A cheque for £3-3 from Aunt Vivy.