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The night before last the Special Police on the aerodrome gave a dance and forty of the WAAFs, which included all our house except Mickey Johnston, went to it. It was pretty putrid really, the most oafish soldiers, and while Mike, Joyce and Scotty got lifts home, Pat and I came home with a frightful soldier, very fresh, whom we just couldn't shake off. Renee was sitting on the doorstep waiting for us and Mike had the late pass key! After waiting in the cold for about twenty minutes and calling Mike every name we could think of (my vocabulary has increased considerably since living here), we broke in the back window and made hay with Mike's bed and removed her pyjama cord. With that and other things we didn't get to bed till well after twelve and had to be up at some ungodly hour.

Last night I accepted the invitation of the girl next door but one to go fencing with her, but after a long windy walk across the aerodrome we found the instructor wasn't there. However, she took me back and gave me hot soup and we made plans for our lives after the war. I'm never, never going back to shorthand typing. I'm going to Prague, probably to work in the British Institute and write the rest of the day. Mickey did that and will show me the ropes.