A wet night, fair morning, has turned into a wet p.m. Wind makes a fire in my bedroom somewhat a smoky affair, so I’ve returned to the mess, which is a room behind a grocer’s shop; really not bad, and warm and lighted with incandescent [lamps]. Duke and I rode over and saw 9th [Royal Irish Fusiliers] and 12th [Royal Irish Rifles], and various Bde. tocks. Fergy very chirpy. Khaki pony slipped and fell on Reid’s leg, bruising his ankle; not bad. Very comfy bed. We dined at club; good food, but noisy and heated atmosphere. Was glad to get away. Kerr-Smiley, who is now A.D.C. to Hamilton-Gordon, runs the club. Milne’s name has gone in for a commission. I hear Humphreys is G.O.C., R.A., but is at present away on leave. Duke and I attended a lecture on Artillery, given by one Pringle, a Lt.-Col. R.A. Didn’t know him. We were thinking of going to 2nd Army School for a lecture tonight, and dining at H.Q., but we couldn’t get a car; rather glad as it turned so wet. Shall go out in the morn and see 11th and 13th [Royal Irish Rifles]. The Bde. is taking Godson as Bde. Intelligence Officer; rather a loss, but I can’t stand in the way. Two new officers joined last night; I didn’t see them.