Well, imagine a lovely large hut.
The room on the left is where all the maps, etc., are made, and the room on the right is my office.
But outsiders can't just barge into my office. Oh no! They must ask one of the orderlies if they can see me. Isn't it ridiculous!
Then there is a tiny bedroom.
The office walls are entirely covered now with aeroplane photos and maps. It is all rather fun, and I think it won't be quite such a strain. The cold is intense. Hale is functioning with the stove in my room at the moment. I have said once that I don't really need a fire in my bedroom; but he evidently has different views, and is firmly lighting it. He is quite happy here.
I'm having the hut papered, to make it warmer. And canvas curtains, if you please!
The R.F.C. people are most hospitable and nice. I like them very much. It's all quite interesting, and the aeroplanes are delicious as they move, buzzing like vast mosquitoes.
I go down in a side-car every day (that's the programme) to corps H.Q. to report and get instructions.
February 12.
Something may happen to prevent leave before leave comes. You will understand. I should have to "remain at my post," as novels say.