Monday, 1st October, 1917

Nocturnal ramble with my two co-dabblers to Fleet.  We chatted for a time with Mr. & Mrs. Colourman Artist, who took us into their houses at the back of the shop and showed us a lot of paintings and a portfolio, always an interesting jumble.

Have I told you about the Hieland fire-eater? – a brawny old Scot with a walrus moustache, about 60 years of age.  He goes to bunk early (usually with his bare feet protruding) and flies into appalling rages if disturbed; gets half out of bed with eyes blazing and “offers out” every man in the hut in the most picturesque (adjectival) Scotch.  He has been all through the wars – as wild as the ocean wave is Donald.

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