Monday, January 1, 1945

Day off - Open House at the club between 2-4 pm. Paid my respects to Col Abrahamson, drank an eggnog and came home to rest. F/O Jack Hobbes called me at the club, so we had dinner at the Fleece. He is 21, dark soft eyes and long lashes. Very shy - was at Oxford when called up - flies in training ships over our hospital every night. I brought him out to the club and he seemed most entertained. A precious boy - I felt like his maiden aunt. He lives at High Wycombe in Bucks., at a place called Rosecroft. Said I must call there in my travels and have tea with his mother.