Washer up. Drill.
Outpost
scheme. Was detailed as sanitary man of no. 1 picket. Had to dig trench 3 ft
wide and 1 ft deep, earth piled on one side only.
Quarry 2-4.30pm. Wheeled barrow, smashed
blocks. Fun doing squad drill with barrows. Paid 7/1. Peeled potatoes.
Concert in
Y.M. 7-9.30pm by Endcliffe
Wesleyan Choir. Excellent on whole. A beautiful girl, Isobel Duffy. English.
Quiet, sweet rosy face. Clear voice. Sang Killarney. Another artist sang “When
my ship comes home”. Wish I had a sweetheart to confide in. How lonely I feel
often. “And God saw that it was not good for man to live alone”. Beautiful
thought. My dream girl, how I love her. And man’s folly cuts short the
creations of human and divine aspiration. How Clarke and Stables teased me.
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