FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 24th

Such a cold, bitter sunless day, with piercing wind, but dry. Padre and I both loved Burrough’s book. Both wounded men back with Battalion. A draft of 137 on their way from the Base, mostly English, I expect. Couldn’t stand the damp of my chateau, so rigged up a stove yesterday, which has dried things. Dearth of oil here now.

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