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Sitting before the fire in the lounge, home on forty-eight hours' leave, a summary of thoughts and events seems appropriate. As the first is always easier I'll start with that and hope that the events will fit themselves in as I go along.

Why I like the RAF. I like having no responsibilities. I like not having to worry about clothes and food and money, and what I am to do next. With all that taken care of and enough for me to do to keep me from being lazy, my brain can give all of its time to its work and here I am positively popping with ideas, and I prefer the ideas. Fortunately both Mickey and Frances write and when Scotty's gone (she goes Monday!) we shall have the downstairs bedroom for a living room and the little upstairs one for us three to retire and work in. Leaving this ‘no outside worry’ way of living to come home has unsettled me. I didn't want to hear how business is bad and how my mother had cried one night missing me. When this war's over I'm going away. I'm never being in a safe job again, and she'll not want it and perhaps they'll be poor and Shell will be a safe steady job. I won't stay. When this war's over, diary, I swear I'll be writing you in the capitals of Europe and the stranger places of the world, but I want not to have to feel guilty about it.