The General (Hacket Pain) has gone. Came to say ‘good bye’, was very broke at going and I felt very much for him. I am sorry for the Brigade; he knew us all and had been with us from the start. Adjutant goes tomorrow. It has turned into a wet p.m., and reams more have come in about arrangements for baths, etc., I think eatables are most acceptable for Xmas. Fergie is getting turkeys and geese. Bread is still a difficulty—sodden and short in supply. They’d spend all their money on bread.