Head better but pain in chest - was only mildly thrilled at MEAT PIE. Nasty taste in mouth.
Diary pages from this date
F. W. Shaftain, the police force's Director of Criminal Intelligence, is himself accused of a crime.
He's going home about curfew time (8 p.m.) when he's stopped by a guard who takes him at revolver point to the prison, where's he's searched by the Commandant and found to be in possesion of a jar of marmite. His story that he bought it for $55 is not believed and he's threatened and has a gun pointed at his head. After about half an hour, he's released.
Source:
George Wright-Nooth, Prisoner Of The Turnip Heads, 1994, 96
Short – “challenge of Palm Sunday” / MacKenzie Dow
Concert at American Club
Sultry day. Full day in Cookhouse. Some thunder & rain PM.
Penang recaptured. 1000 planes over Berlin. Japs who landed in Aus. 20,000 mopped up & another 40,000 sunk at sea?
Sunday. News today if it's really authentic -! splendid - I do so wish we could hear the news properly. That is the worst of being a prisoner. Hunger too is a funny thing. It is amazing to think we have never been really hungry before - now we are hungry all the time.
Cheero Darling. B