Just a line or two while there is nothing particularly much to do. The weather has changed again at last – I was afraid it might. Today is not nearly so hot as its predecessors, and there are unmistakable signs of rain in the near future. However our old cellar is more or less rain-proof though some of the trenches will probably get a bit wet. All our gassed servants have gone to England and Bosworth has arrived in Southport Infirmary. In addition to being blind for a bit he appears to have been much blistered. However he seems quite content with his present lot and I had a very cheerful letter form him a few days ago. One of my clerks has also been sent across, but he is I understand still too blind to do anything – cannot even write a letter. My store of literature is gradually becoming exhausted and I should be very grateful if you could send me out a book or two in some cheap edition. I have never read anything by Mark Twain so if you could find something by him I should like it. Will you also try and procure a copy of Merriman’s “Velvet Glove”. There may be one in my room. We want a copy in order to settle an argument. I am sure I am right but we cannot prove it – and I cannot find a copy anywhere in this country. We had a very merry evening the night before last – in Battalion Mess – with two most excellent guests – one of them Col. Sir Ian Colquhoun is a great man – late of Scots Guards, now commanding a second line Btn. We sang afterwards in the best old fashioned way.