Saturday 27th November and Sunday 28th November

120 sick poured in.    Had blanket room in corner with orderly to look after me.  Fluid food.  Porridge, no milk, no sugar.  Poured all night and snowed.  Whole tent leaked.  Very cold.  Longed for porridge in morning.  This time all milk and 3 grains porridge at bottom.  C.C.S. supposed to keep you a few hours.  Long for hospital ship but no evacuation weather so rough.  Got Doctor to change me to full diet (C ).  Told orderly I was starving.  Result!

Friday 26th November

Lunch. Chicken, did I hear say?  Ho, Yes!  Settling down for night when told whole camp to go down to S.A.S. cleaning station as Division being relieved.  Not bad enough to be stretchered but feeling too weak to walk.  However, started in hurricane of rain, 2 miles across beach.  Thought every step would be my last.  Arrived, dropped down with others beside R.R.P. in tent.  Doctor comes around: “S.F. Oh, isolate him”  Slept in huge marquee, cold and wet through but bed pan beside me.  Luxury.

Thursday 25th November

No bread for 3 days and couldn't stomach biscuit.  R.R.P. fed up.

Wednesday 24th November

Ditto hungry.  Breakfast porridge burnt.  Lunch, cocoa and arrowroot.  Supper oxo and jelly.

Tuesday 23rd November

Rash much worse.  Doctor sends me to hospital.  Walked down to C.C.S. who sent me to rest camp.  Arrived very wet and cold.  I’ve R.R.P. with jaundice.  Very poorly and no delicacies at all except biscuits.  Poorly but quite hungry.  Result.  Arrowroot- ooh!

Monday 22nd November

Court martial with Bedfords.  Rather undemocratic.  Very poorly.  Had scratch dressed.  Doctor said: “You have scarlet.”  I laughed at him, and said; “No!  Fleas!”