Wednesday (29 January 1919)

Went out exercising two old crocks which have been doing nothing for weeks.  Long rest and the keen air roused in them youthful memories.  The chap I rode wanted to bolt: whilst stupid old Chum, led by a chain, floundered into idiotic romps.

Birds are chirping in the leafless trees.  Birds are impartial, and chirp as cheerfully in Hunland as anywhere else.

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