I am given seven days leave so wire Mhairi to meet me in Edinburgh. She says she can manage it at 12.30 on Thursday, then they cancel it and extend the course by a couple of weeks, and then give me leave again. I ring up Crail (JDW: where Mhairi lived near Edinburgh) with some difficulty and hear a distant voice on the other end. Now I am going to Edinburgh on Tuesday and meeting Mhairi for lunch on Thursday, after which she returns to Crail. I have seven days, so what the hell I will do with myself I can’t think. Aunt Babs ill in hospital. And what the hell will the lunch be like – a complete anti-climax no doubt.
A terrific dance last night and I have “Tuppence” over, and she departs for Grantham today. Also the Atkinson dame, though I don’t do much looking after her. This morning I have a cold – caught God only knows where.