July 26th 1944

The rain stops and the enemy turns up and we sit in a wood and consume beer, amongst other things. Due to one or two technical hitches the Papist plot functions again, not particularly satisfactorily either. We ride home in the dark and I get along up to the WAAF quarters without getting arrested and see her home.


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