Day off - Tea at Mrs. Gray's in Cecily Hill. Although it was Monday and my precious day off, I called at a few wards, shooting the breeze with the lads, and took a mirror to one. Shopped in the PM - went shopping for stove lid lifters, films, tobacco for J., and music paper for him. Wound up at Cecily Hill for tea at the Gray's - very quiet and sweet with their three beautiful children, Phillip, Antony, and a most stage-child daughter. It was snowing heavily when I came out - walked to the hospital all alone and arrived at the hut covered with snow. J. back from the country with the entertainers - we talked until they were through in the wards - then went in the ambulance with them back to Malmsbury. The first time we've ever been so alone - on the return trip. It was as new as my new found love. Later coffee again and radio gossip with Leo. Floundering in the snow at last - as usual in gales of laughter - I'm still dreaming...
(pictured: View from Hut 110, Christmas Eve 1944)
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