13th January 1942

Terribly cold, more snow fell last night. Felt very ill, internal chill and pains all over. Surprised to see Maura Benham come into the office this morning, looking very well after her illness. Had tea with her. She seemed in rather an odd mood. Talked of joining the A.T.S. I tried to reason with her, but without success. She said she felt the call of conscience, duty, etc.

Mines going off at Abberton about every ten minutes, last night as well. It is the ice that does it, I think.

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