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I was ill with a cold all day Sunday after a horrible night upstairs sleeping with Mike as I just couldn't face a night alone with Scotty (Joyce being on leave). The day was pleasant with a continual string of visitors in the morning, tea and coffee and biscuits and books, and an afternoon almost asleep with the sun through the open window, and outside in the garden Renee and Deirdre gardening and laughing at Deirdre's jokes; and then in the evening Mike and Frances buying me chocolate and buns to supplement the invalid diet. Today, by a little push and a kindly fate, I snitched from a more senior typist an all-day job for the deputy commander and worked away at it voluntarily till 7.30 on the reasoning that nothing done for the Powers on High is wasted. It was a list of the girls to be posted permanently to Hendon and we – Frances, Mike, Joyce, Mickey and I are on it and SCOTTY IS NOT. If you know Scotty who smells and doesn't wash and who is loud, man-mad and crude you would understand our rejoicings. We've made wonderful plans for transforming our house when she's gone, washing it out and bringing comforts from home. I am so happy here now – it's a wonderful life.