A Story of War

I take Angela down to St Ives, where Ma has arranged for her a small flat near the Quarterdeck. Ma seems to get on with her extremely well with her as day succeeds day. I get a bad attack of stage funk on the train, and retire to bed the first night in a state of extreme gloom, which is however dispelled in the morning when I go and collect A. for breakfast. I still do not feel somehow as I imagined that I should feel, but I seem to have been caught out in a somewhat similar fashion before.

The Air Ministry gave me another week’s leave, and another warrant to St Ives, after which I shall presumably report to 1 P.H.U. Innsworth (JDW: 1 Personnel Holding Unit, formed at Innsworth March 1945),. Let there be no more gloom.