30 December 1915; Thursday

The Scotchmen all away. Paraded as usual. Kept busy all day. A big dance in the sergeants’ mess. I didn’t go. In town in the morning with motorcar. Walked up to the farm where we get the mail and made our account out. Out at night last thing. In Y.M. a bit. Read and wrote letters home and to Franchie.

Dance in Sergeants’ Mess. X Friday.

[Written on next page (Friday) – ] Thursday Got books squared pretty well up.