9th (January 1918)

Got a chap to cut my wig and feeling light-headed.  The gramophone has departed and not too soon – even Kathleen Mavoureen (sung by a woman) palls after frequent repetitions.  I now fully believe that we are going to move out soon for the simple reason that they are now protecting the huts with earth ramparts and going on with the roofs of the stables, which by a now familiar military anomaly, are sure indications that we are soon to leave the quarters thus completed.