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Having heard me say that I was going visit-making up the road, our beastly little fire is burning with wildest abandon, intent obvious – to be out before my return. Incidentally, how does it manage to burn a whole evening and not heat the room a single degree?

I went out with Eric after all on Tuesday. He hadn't been able to phone because of our telephone being out of order. Bunty and Bernie came too and it was quite enjoyable, but I saw him without the glamour of the rain and the wind and my own laughing abandon, and he's a very ordinary boy.

Last night Joyce and I and her car, behaving itself for once, went to the pictures, smoking ourselves silly, and then coming back, spreading her rug before the fire and eating chips and my sponge cake from home, oranges and the last of Eric's chocolates, and I enjoying myself far more than the night before. We certainly are pampered in the WAAF. In addition to all MT drivers being forbidden to drive anything heavier than 15 cwt and no one allowed to work after four o'clock, we are to have masses of new equipment including still-expected snappy sports suits, TWO uniforms, brushes, combs and towels. The taxpayers are certainly doing us proud.