Thursday 17th December 1942

I am in the YMCA. It is 7 o'clock. I shall go back to Camp soon and go to bed in my lorry-home, for I'm sleepy. Didn't “kip-down” until midnight last night and was up at 6 this morning. Can't do without my sleep nowadays! My cold is no better, blast it! And my vaccinated arm is festering satisfactorily. So I don't feel too enthusiastic, really.

Drill order today. I was on the wireless set this time; there was little to do and the set worked well. Coming back through Cairo I got a good musical programme.