January 1, 1918
New Year and how does it find us, seemingly no nearer the end and we are in our fourth year of war. Germany with a new lease of life is still strong and we are counting on the help of America to a large degree. Our greatest danger is at home, the civilians are the hardest to control and scarcity of food and hardships find many of them little prepared to stick it. Personally I have no fears providing we can control our Allies, we, at least, can stick it out.
Those of us who have been on active service for three years and over, at times long for a return to ordinary conditions, but with maimed and sick men at home, the fit are doomed to stick it out to the end, and if we come through it will be a service to be proud of. First went along to Burnfers & Co., Booksellers, Oxford Street, who had sent me books whilst in France and purchased several more, some to send home to Sydney. Next to the Waterman Co. re fountain pen.
Went to Notting Hill for tea, and then went out for dinner and the Theatre. We had dinner at The Gannet, a French restaurant very decent and quiet, being tucked away in Soho, finishing up at Pamela at the Palace, a very good show on revue lines with Lily Elsie and G. P.Huntley in the leading parts. Bertie Adams, an Australian girl I met here in 1914 also had a good part, she having advanced well in the profession. Supper at Bristo’s and missed tube so walked home, about 3 miles. Sent a cable to Australia telling of my leave during the day. Had lunch at the Bun House, Holborn, an old resort of mine of prewar days.