Friday 30th January 1942
Last night there was a fire in the hut stove (it being cold and rainy) and we all stayed in, snugly.
I'd collected the wood earlier on, scrounging along the line with an old tin can. An engine driver refused to give me a bit of coal (he was a Jew) but Bob Andrews eventually got some coke from the bath house wallah (an Arab).
Instruction classes in full swing now. I'm to take signalling (of course) and in accordance with a request made earlier, specialist work. Unfortunately the specialist class has now been running a week; still, I may be able to pick something up.
Nothing whatever about the Libyan campaign in tonight's papers. Utter silence. This seems rather sinister to me!
I'd collected the wood earlier on, scrounging along the line with an old tin can. An engine driver refused to give me a bit of coal (he was a Jew) but Bob Andrews eventually got some coke from the bath house wallah (an Arab).
Instruction classes in full swing now. I'm to take signalling (of course) and in accordance with a request made earlier, specialist work. Unfortunately the specialist class has now been running a week; still, I may be able to pick something up.
Nothing whatever about the Libyan campaign in tonight's papers. Utter silence. This seems rather sinister to me!
posted by Paul Wilson at 5:26 pm
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