1st May 1941
Fine and spring like, and at last the buds are bursting. Hull has recently been taking on a most annoying attitude regarding firewatching, uttering threats as to the consequences of anybody leaving the buildings during their hours of duty. Considering that during the whole of the “bad” nights of last winter he never came near the post, never knew that we always manned the post, never knew that ever since the early part of last October I had been sleeping there every night, I think his anxiety is a little belated. I feel that he would dearly like to catch me out in dereliction of duty if he could.