I rejoined my job on the last day of last month having heard there was an inspection coming off, and knowing that my stop-gap on a horse looks more like a performing chimpanzee than an Adjutant. As it turned out the Inspection was off and I arrived back just in time for about the heaviest four days work I have ever put in. Swarms of petty moves, and operation orders and early starts and changings of billets and such a worry and scurry as never was. Now we are peacefully settled in some very comfortable trenches and I am gradually getting straight. My head is quite all right, and the only thing now to worry me is a certain amount of feebleness, caused, no doubt, by having left about 2 pints of my best blood in the quadrangle of an Artillery Brigade H.Q. I had a bad shock when I got back to find that Col Trimble had gone. He was suddenly told to report too his own Regular Btn and command that – he has been replaced by one Major Currin D.S.O. a South African mounted rifleman – who has been fighting ever since the Jameson raid , and has seen service all over Africa, besides a year or two out here. I am awfully sorry to lose Trimble – a first rate C.O. – a good friend and one of the best men I have ever worked for. He has written me an exceedingly nice letter but that will not make up for his loss; he was very upset at having to go and tried hard to be allowed to stay. Our new C.O. is large, bluff, hard swearing – hard fighting – jovial – somewhat Falstaffian in appearance and brave as a lion. On the other hand he knows nothing of any internal arrangements and leaves all office work severely alone – which as you may imagine, means a very great deal more for me to do. However I never did mind work so that will not trouble me much. I had a letter from Col. Jones – he seems to have got back to England but will not say the reason why. In fact I do not know what is going to happen now. I wish something definite could be settled with regard to the Command of this Btn – it is a poor game always chopping & changing, and rather hard to keep up ones enthusiasm. We are having considerable difficulty with the fire in our present drawing-room. We can burn anything by night – when smoke cannot be seen, but by day have to observe great caution and generally end in feeling distinctly chilly. Old John Burnett and I share a very respectable bedroom, & I manage to keep pretty warm at nights by means of a blanket.