Monday 6th
… bad back—kidney I think, not lumbago. Saw Miss Milner re: games. She rubbed in embrocation and told me to drink lots of water. Blast it. La zil zmt zsp
Uncle Bill got tonsillitis—off school for the first time since 1923! ztc zil
Tuesday 7th
A signallers’ classification exam in the afternoon, which proved to be a complete farce—no officer could come, and all they tested us on was receiving buzzer at six and lamp and flex. Futile. zct zex zsg
After tea I mooned around until the concert, then up to Pentire. All went well, but for Miss E. on the ‘cello coming in a bar early at the beginning of the movement. Complete catastrophe was avoided, however. After the first exposed flute passage 
my heart was going at a fearful rate, thumping away—it calmed off eventually, and I perpetrated (?) no sins of commission, but of necessity some of omission. Anyhow it was a grand experience for which I am very glad. zmu zem
Back 9 o’clock, to rehearse. zth
Wednesday 8th
… After tea we rehearsed, and Lawrence Taylor came round in 3rd prep and we did Acts 2-3, which went very well. Taylor then played some of his swing compositions—quite amusing and, as that sort of thing goes, good. zth zmu ztc
I see opposite a rough draft of the article which may now be, or will soon be, in ‘Phoenix’. Reading through, after five weeks of prefectship, I find no reason to alter my attitude. zwt znw zsd zpn
Have just read Gollancz’s ‘Shall our children live or die’, which struck me as very wise and sound. [This argued against post-war revenge on the German people.] zbp
