Dec. 31, 1942
The last day of the old year – a year which began with disaster, but ended pretty well. I wonder what 1943 will bring. Will it return us to our homes… I wonder.
This evening I am going out to see the old year out and the new year at the Spofforths. Will go to dinner at 8 p.m. and then spend the evening there. Just listening to a Scottish concert on the radio. This is their day to howl.
Went down to Spofforths and had New Years dinner. Tenderloin steaks, fried onions and chips. A glorious meal. After dinner four of their friends came in and we saw the old year out and the New Year in. I was called home right after this to suture Sgt. Havard who apparently had got into an argument.
Today is as usual – am busy getting R.A.P. in shape for leaving and getting my stuff packed. Will meet Timmy in Grosvenor Hotel tomorrow for lunch and we will proceed north together. One week Monday am being entertained in London by Mr. and Mrs. Spofforth.