Sunday, January 7, 1945

Usual day - opened the office. But I took 24 rehabilitation patients to Kemble Aerodrome on a tour, where we looked at all the splendid British planes with their famous names. Those sweet little Typhoons! Magnificent tea afterward - jam tarts, currant buns, bread and butter, and cold tongue. Very cold at the 'drome, though. F/Lt John Parker out to our mess for dinner - Capt E. and Phyllis at our table. Later a movie, also cold. He's a dear person - blithe as a child. Called me "sweet" and "dahling" at table to Capt E.'s horror, who considered it a violation of the Geneva Treaty, I think, judging by his stern glances. After the movie we walked downtown very fast and checked in at the Red Cross for coffee and sandwiches. Then to Mead House where we both had rooms. My room had a WAFF in it. I slept in bed sox and sweater and was very comfortable: no heat, of course, but la, la - heated towel racks in the morning!