Monday, February 5, 1945

Day off - couldn't sleep after 9 o'clock - occupied the bridal bed at Mead House - so soft and luxurious I was quite upset. Called Jimmie as soon as I could after breakfast - not wishing to upset him between 9 and 10 (his zero hour he says). The call was fine - we met at the PX at 2, then I went back to Mead House and met Capt Baker. We drove in his 4-seater to Bilbury, an angler's retreat here, and a center for hunt activities.

Had a rather frosty dinner at the Swan - but four Scotches didn't hurt, had quite a merry time really. Back to the Three Compasses in town and to the club. I accused him of acting like an American when he became amorous. Fixed it!