Author: CDC Dunford Wood
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January 14th 1946
I go down to Mongewell Park, which is a millionaire’s house and grounds near Wallingford, Berks. The Doc sees me and I throw away my sticks and do intensive P.T., swimming and bicycling. Gus Sheret is here and we go into Henley one evening and I meet some doctor and his erstwhile assistant. Thursday I…
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January 6th 1946
We go to the Red Lion for dinner on New Year’s Eve with Ronnie Hare, the beautiful Judy having cried off through a cold. Later to Mrs Jacobs’ for the New Year, where I have a discussion on Burma, dates and what have you with Ronnie at about 1.30am, only to discover we are two…
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December 31st 1945
I leave Swindon on a pair of sticks, and am met at Harrogate station by Jarvis Blayney and have now been at Rutland House some ten days or so. The gallant Honor Holland went to Switzerland instead, so I have had her. We have a party or two at Mrs Jacobs’, with Mike and Freddie…
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December 19th 1945
I get onto walking between crutches, and tomorrow will get a pair of sticks. There is one Gus Sherrit here with a Ford 8 and Chris Arnell of 268 and myself go into Swindon several times. We get into the cinemas free for being crocks, and later go to the Kings Arms, The Bell or…
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December 10th 1945
I never see Marika again, and spend most evenings in bed with a book. Eventually I am taken to look at Land’s End and Cape Cornwall but am not very impressed and come up to London on Friday and stay at the Wings Club. Mike Jacobs, who is working in the United Pool of Artists,…
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December 6th 1945
A chap from 283 squadron comes in and I hear that they have moved to Penang. I am let out on crutches for 14 days leave and get on a train at Swindon in a compartment labelled “not for public use”, and reach St Ives via St Erith. I stay at St Christopher’s, a short…
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November 5th 1945
Still hanging on my Balkan beam. Time for some recollections of the Hague I feel. I live in the Grand Hotel Terminus, room 110, with an extremely comfortable bed and a bathroom. The maids are efficient, and being well primed with chocolate, do all my darning etc. My room overlooks the station, and every morning,…
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October 21st 1945
I am still here and with a 5 week moustache. My foot does not ache so much, and is strung up on a Balkan bed. Mama comes up and brings my radio but it is a bit sick after 10 years service. My kit arrives safely at the Wings Club. Fernshaugh calls in to do…
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October 1st 1945
I don’t change my guilders, thinking it safer not to. I have now been here a fortnight and Mama may be up next week. Sgt Lovell still has my fountain pen, so this is all I have (JDW: he is writing in pencil). We are woken for washing at 6am – I then doze until…
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September 20th 1945
I fall down in the world! I take Trat to Meerut and we have a reasonable party, though she has a cold and engages in a long session in Viennese with Bart, who later steals her away from dinner for a dance – much to my disgust. The next day I arrange to take her…
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