Was too weary to write yesterday. The morning at the hospital was very hard. I began at 7, starting out in the dark & bitter cold was very chilling to one’s spirits. I was put in a men’s surgical ward, at 1. Was terribly weary, came back to East Southernhay & settled until 4, when I went to meet Mary brought her back here for tea. This morning I got on very fairly well, but whilst watching the nurse dress a broken leg (compound) I suddenly felt faint and had to go to the balcony for air. I was so annoyed, but the nurses were all so nice and the probationer gave me some hot milk to drink & soon all was well and I was able to get on again.

In the afternoon I dropped into the cathedral & heard a fine anthem. “They that go down to the sea in ships.” Attwood. Somehow the organ pro nude reminded me of the knocking away of the stays before the launching of a ship, perhaps it was that these verses are always sung at a launch.

Met Mary at the Church House. We had tea here & then shopped. As regards the war there has been a very fine naval aeroplane flight. The Zeppelin shed at [blank] has been injured by the bombs dropped. One of our men* Flight Commander Briggs was wounded & taken prisoner. The other 2 got off. A very grand performance.

[[Later]Note. See May. 2. 1917]

[[Later Note] *NB: this man’s sister came to work as a V. A. Nurse at No. 2 hospital while I was there. She & I worked together. She was very pretty & full of fun, most daring in the pranks she played, & when on night duty. Was up to all sorts of mischief, which was never found out. She had a way of looking so guileless that no one in authority ever imagined she having them on. Her younger brother was killed in the summer of 1916.]