It is very nice having plenty of work to do again, and plenty I certainly have. There seems to be a never ending stream of paper pouring in upon us from every possible source, and every sheet has to come through me as a sorting office, before being disposed of – wither by the C.O, or by various Company Commanders and other important officials. The Commanding Officer – Col. Turnble returns from his leave today and we expect to see him here tomorrow night. I am wondering what he looks like – as my only view of him is a papers picture of him and his wife leaving the Church. Everybody says what a good fellow he is, so I expect we shall get on very well together. However it is just a little hard on a man to come back to his Regiment to find an unexpected and disturbing element in his Orderly Room. The weather has been absolutely glorious ever since I got back, and except for half an hour one night I have not had to wear my raincoat at all. It has probably been the saving of old wobbly knee, because if I had to start right away in wet & slippery trenches I shudder to think what would have happened. As it is I am partially broken in now, and do not mind what the weather does. My new mare – or rather my new mount – since she is one of the oldest soldiers in the Battalion – is Dolly, ridden successively by Aubrey Sharps, Wollaston, myself when acting Adjutant in 1915, and then Charles Shields for a very long time. She is very quiet with the except when guns go off, and then she hops about a little: she is never any trouble, and is just the sort of animal I want. We are getting swarms and swarms of officers, and shall soon have one for every ten men in the Regiment. They are not all over bright, but I daresay we shall turn them into some fort of soldiers before the war ends. I personally find that I am becoming very fierce – and awfully bad-tempered.