Mabel and I are entitled to a tin of Galantine between us – Olive and Mum have opened one tonight but I'm not partaking, I think it's silly to start on iron rations before we have the promised 8 tins of corned beef per month.
Dr Selwyn-Clarke came in, looking very old and ill - his hair badly in need of cutting.
Rumour that we have re-taken Tobruk.
Hill and Mackie came back ((i.e. from x-ray in town))
Gilbert & Sullivan concert at St Stephens, voices blending beautifully.