Monday 7 April 1941
A new week begins, but I dread it. I feel rotten around the stomach. had a little Force [brand of cereal] for breakfast; don’t feel like eating at all. Every period is an effort. Three periods of FC on ‘Agony’ Plain nearly finished me; mouth absolutely dry and parched. Had a little soup for lunch; practically living on water – about 12 pints a day at least. Doesn’t do any good coming back wet through and drinking a quart of cold water, but one cannot help it.
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