March 9, 1918
A beautiful day. Just the ordinary routine duties going. I get up at 7 a.m. stir out the orderlies see them on their job, get the Hospital slate and fix up for the rations, etc., then come and get my own breakfast. Then do the rounds with the M.O., check evacuations, etc. and generally do whatever turns up. Lunch at 12.30. Cup of tea at 4 and dinner at 6. Then a look round the Hospital and either write or try and do some French. Bed at 10 o’clock, which allows me to get up at 7 without difficulty. A lot of leave going through now, men going who were on leave 6 months ago, whilst I had to wait fully 12 months for mine. C’est la guerre.
NOTE: The next diary entry is March 17