I get a wire from Hawarden to report on the 4th, so I ring up and find that I must go for a decompression test, however much I protest. So that’s that, and I only hope I can fail it. I go to tea with General Powell and two Waafs are produced. One goes home on duty and I take the other to the “Cambridge Arms” and then back here for supper. One Josephine Dunningham and she comes in again last night. We then repair to the “Drum” at about 10pm and meet all the controllers, mostly from the local Ops room where Jo works.
I then see her home after a bit of necking in the road, and she seems excessively warm for her 20 years, but nothing else.
I go to the local reading room to read the Times yesterday and burn a huge hole in my uniform trousers on an electric fire. By the grace of God my new uniform had arrived by post half an hour earlier, so I am saved, but yesterday altogether a damned annoying day. I see three ‘Meteors’ for the first time.