Yesterday was a horribly busy one & I had no time for writing even a hurried scrawl. In the morning we had a few lorries working for us, & in one of these I made a tour into a neighbouring village to get most of what we wanted, but was absolutely unable to get any drinks. What the General will say & do if we run out of whiskey I cannot imagine – I shudder to think of it. In the afternoon I went over in an Ambulance to look at some of the billets into which two of our “peoples” are moving today. The ride there was fairly pleasant but coming back was a nightmare. It was dark before we had finished our inspection & also had started to snow. Someone had to guide the way so I went on the box & tried to do it. Fifteen miles through a blizzard on the front of a car without a windscreen was bad enough but worse still it was absolutely impossible either to see maps or read snow-covered sign-posts. We finally rolled in very late for dinner at 8.30 pm. It was a great pity because Col Heathcote was our guest & we had arranged what Godsall calls a very recherché little dinner. Everything went swimmingly once we had got under weigh. After dinner I tried my hand at concocting a rum punch, for which “ours” is getting famous out here. It was jolly good but almighty strong & I don’t know yet whether the worthy Colonel found his way home all right after two glasses of it. I probably put in a little too much brandy in it – however for a first attempt it was good. Today I am going to disappear in the direction of the trenches & shall stay there for three or four days during the relief so don’t expect to hear for a day or two. It really doesn’t matter where we are so don’t worry, think of “sugar”.
By the way – don’t say in your letters “I suppose you are at or near ——-t” Censors open letters both ways & might think I had been telling things I shouldn’t.