Tuesday (11 December 1917)

Great doings in our tent this evening.  We collared another tent from an abandoned camp and put it over our own, so we are under two thicknesses of canvas; obtained also a brazier with a chimney, which we now have going in full swing in the doorway, with the prospect of dry boots and socks – tres bon!  Or “trees beans” as some have it.  Had a lovely spill off my donk tonight, landing in the mud which, unpleasant in itself, saved me from so much as a bruise.  These are the humorous interludes and we all roar with laughter at the unfortunate, except when your own turn comes: you scrape most of the mud off with your jack-knife and proceed with the business of the day.

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