Up shortly after 6 o’clock. Kept busy all day. Had short walk out in the afternoon. Called at BEF 1 canteen and had a drink of lemonade. Glorious day. An English machine gun bullet broke the glass in the conservatory. Received letter from home, Sharpley and Dora’s Charlie. Managed dinner pretty well and generally got through all right.
“BEF”: British Expeditionary Force. ↩