Pay day. Plenty of paper currency of the Republic of France flying about. Our tucker has been very good of late; ham and mashed spud for dinner today. Our new canteen right on a busy road is flourishing. Now we are able to get baths and changes so often we are hardly worried with “passengers”. There is a phonograph going in the next hut – somehow phonographs and all kinds of entertainments here strike me as incongruous.
Walk March 