Sunday 20th May

Yesterday 19th was my 33rd birthday, but I forgot about it, until Warwick produced a present from you.  Many thanks.  Wish we were following Ithobal’s course and were hugging the coast, instead of mid-ocean.

Last night a thunderstorm broke with a deluge.  I crawled into various places on deck trying to sleep and finally curled up on the ammunition boxes.  At about 4 a.m. the aches and pains became unendurable and I crawled below.  Morning dull again, but dull here implied the possibility of being sunburnt through your shirt.