Tuesday 25th March 1941

I went to bed at 1a.m. last night, half afraid that I'd suddenly be awakened in the stillness and told that we were packing-up and that I'd got to reel in the 2 ½ miles of line to Battery Wagon Lines. But instead I awoke at 7a.m. and heard Naden saying “I've brewed the tea” and heard George answer sleepily, “Well, bring it in, mate.” Then I knew that all was well, that I need not get out of bed for another 20 minutes or so and that I'd soon have a mug of hot tea – with sugar in it, besides milk! - in my hands.

The situation is easier now, though how long it will last is difficult to say.