Wednesday 7th June 1939

Have had several twinges of toothache lately. It commenced definitely today. Hellish. No lunch; no tea. Sympathetic tent made me feel a worm as I lay silent. A whisper, “Don’t make a noise, I think he’s asleep”. Stayed in Camp this afternoon, although it was a half holiday. Unable to have anything done tonight at the dentist’s, but have made an appointment for tomorrow. I told “Rose” in the café at Epping that I had toothache. She gave me soup, mashed potatoes and Horlicks.