Friday, December 12, 2008

Saturday 23rd January 1943

This morning and yesterday evening there was a frost. Fine! The mud became hard and dry. Today has been sunny – and quite warm – however, so we have our mud again. The snow on the mountain above us, has thinned somewhat.

Tried to make up a bit of verse this afternoon, whilst it has been quiet. A satire on the old song; “Oh dear, what can the matter be?” But it was hopeless, couldn't write four lines. I'll have to wait until we've thoroughly settled down, before I can write again!


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