Monday 22nd June 1936
Lunchtime; a pint of lemonade with a lump of ice in it.
Slack afternoon. Could hardly remain awake. Dozing as I stood, longing to close my eyes. Delicious and deadly. Went across to the making house and splashed (tepid) water on my face and arms. (Of course I’m wearing a sports shirt, no vest.)
Home 6.30 Dinner and a wash. Felt better!
By tube to the ship, with my kit. District never so packed as the other lines. Seems impossible that one can seat so much! Arrived RNVR 8 o’clock. My kit was inspected and passed as correct. Handed in my sea-training application. All OK.
Slack afternoon. Could hardly remain awake. Dozing as I stood, longing to close my eyes. Delicious and deadly. Went across to the making house and splashed (tepid) water on my face and arms. (Of course I’m wearing a sports shirt, no vest.)
Home 6.30 Dinner and a wash. Felt better!
By tube to the ship, with my kit. District never so packed as the other lines. Seems impossible that one can seat so much! Arrived RNVR 8 o’clock. My kit was inspected and passed as correct. Handed in my sea-training application. All OK.
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