A Story of War

I see quite a lot of B. and tell her my views on Saturday night after a dance at “Quaintways”. I am told that I am only infatuated because I have not met many women, and on maturer thought maybe this is true. I spend Saturday night and return Sunday morning for the washing. (JDW:??) In the afternoon we go for a walk in the grounds of Eaton Hall. The brother Michael and his wife Patricia arrive to stay.

I do a lot of flying and get annoyed at Bagley (an Old Harrovian), the G111 air liaison officer – do some TAC/Rs and photography and am lacking exercise.