Waited for Jimmie - then realized no trains from London till 8.30 - gave up. Jack dashed off suddenly for the weekend to get drunk, I know why. I heard on the radio he was back so I looked him up in Ward 22 and had coffee. He was still mellow - said "You always look lovely to me" - shall miss him, we can talk in this lonely war. I sought out Jack in my misery and stayed while he put on the ward request program. Then we had coffee. He hates to leave me. I shall be lonlier than ever. What an ironic, bitter world. He goes Wednesday.
Served tea to Col. Davenport and Olive (his fiancee) and her cousin, Sally. Sally is a darling girl - the nicest I've met here. She likes Saki, too. Col. Millman was there. How can I help worrying about Jimmie? But I'd go back anytime to be with him. Only it's gone, I know. That wonderful, terrible newness of love and a new world and life, suddenly the way it should be.
(pictured: Sally White from Birmingham)
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