Tuesday 19th September 1939

Sid and I sent lamp messages to the rest of the squad, in the park. We’d been hectored on parade in true Regular style and it was fine when Sergt. Quayle came across at the end of the “school” and said, in his delightfully informal manner, “Well, pack up now, and then we’ll ship across and get a cup of tea before we fall-in again”

Pond, Dean, the Sergeant and I worked until 8 o’clock, tuning in the new wireless sets. We got them working all right, eventually – nice and cosy, smoking peacefully in the wireless room – and then went down to the “Fleece” for beer and darts.