Monday (10 December 1917)

This afternoon bought an exciting aerial display by a number of the redoubtable gothas sailing serenely over our heads supported by a squad of fast scouting machines at a much higher altitude.  The archibalds got busy and plastered the atmosphere with shell-bursts, but the beggars got away without apparent injury.  We could see the dropping bombs flashing in the sun.  None came near us.  Have made a patent tin-candle-sock-drier and am now experimenting with it, its heat is hardly tropical.

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