Sunday 27th June 1943

Store came out and spent most of the day with us – on parole. Much better, but still very nervous and expecting to die of heart failure or be killed by the orderlies at any time.

Alas! My improvement in weight was not maintained; this week it went down to 148lbs., the lowest yet. 10 stone 8 pounds! Bloody hell, I'm fading away.

Two more names have been added to the magic list – Murphy and Bill Lias! Actually, Lias is not definite yet. The doctor said he was sending him home but Bill reacted violently and cried that he wouldn't go! He already half repents this too sudden reflex action. “Maybe the doctor's right,” he says, “Wonder if he will send me home?”