28th January (1918)

The performing mules this morning almost came up to yesterday’s standard.  One big horse, after breaking loose and galloping joyously about, conceived a notion to roll in a slushy pool, completely plastering one side of his whole body and face with greenish mud, so that when he turned he gave the impression of being a lightening change artist.  And in the field beyond us the old Belgian peasant plodded behind his antidiluvian one-horse plough, oblivious of war and of warriors.