5th and 6th September (1917)

Camp full of what look likes generals and field marshals.  Trying to manage two rough nags this morning, I made rather a mess of it.

Went to concert in Y.M.C.A. which wasn’t half bad.  The room was very full and I had secured a seat on a table but after a while found I was sitting in a pool of water out of a vase some clumsy person had upset, so removed with damped ardour (if that is the seat of ardour).  The chaps who have the bunks near me are not half bad, though one of them stutters and it is rather painful listening to his hampered narrations.

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