Sunday 22nd August 1937

193rd for drills in the morning. In uniform again! The puttees and awful boots do not seem strange now. Plenty of acquaintances in 193 – fellers who’ll exchange cigarettes, say “cheerio!” and chat for ten minutes or so. Usually “shop” or general conversation. But there no real friends – boon companions. Of course it takes one a few years to find and make real friendships. That is the worst of having to constantly change locations. I feel lonely.

Afternoon, loafed about the house, read a book, went to sleep, smoked too much. Had the impulse to go to the pictures again, but three times in three days seemed a bit too thick, so I did not go.