A Story of War

I see much more of young Barbara (24), and am glad to say I don’t think I am in love, after all, (JDW: make up your mind!), and so hope I shall not make a fool of myself in any way before it’s all over. At present I go in a few times a week, cinema or dancing or just to dinner, and get excellent food and beer in a most comfortable house, and a charming girl to play with (and that’s about all.)

Harris and I go to the Isle of Man at zero feet and fail to find it, ending up over Holyhead on the homeward leg. I have the afternoon off and tomorrow, but am Orderly Officer of all things. I go for a walk in the fields behind, endeavouring to identify what birdlife there is, which is not much.