Last night we ate our last tin - it was of sausages - and this afteroon, our parcels arrived! Grand, tins of corned beef, salmon; bovril, cod liver oil and malt, chocolate, cheese, crystallised ginger, oats, biscuits, oxo, and toilet paper and soap.
In morning Mrs. K, Olive, Mabel and I went swimming. Dr Loan was there, looking after the kids - he is 'Uncle John' to them, such a grand, earnest man and wonderful with children.
My legs are tired, I've been up the slope about 5 times ((between Married Quarters and hospital, and along the catwalk round the boundary of Stanley Gaol to the beach and back.))
Repatriation rumours have died down and every one talks about when we will be back in Hong Kong.
Russian news still very grave.
Had my hair cut short today - fed up with it being straggly and hot; so will let it lie fallow for a few months, then turn it under, in preparation for a perm later on. ((i.e. when we get out of camp!!))