Both yest & to day have been very bad days. I have made several stupid mistakes & in return have been told that I take no interest in my work. Sister Chiltern has been terribly fussy lately. It is rather distressing when one tries all one can, but my wretched memory plays me such tricks.

There has been more fighting in France, with heavy losses on both sides. Hill 60 near Ypres has been taken by the Allies.

We have also landed a large force at the Dardanelles. The fall of Constantinople seems a long way off yet.

Yest eve a girl called Fortescue took me for a drive, in a tiny pony cart, drawn by a pony which she is training to pass trams & motors.

Afterwards I have supper with her & we went to the theatre meeting Ms Walsh there, also Bob & a Mr Harris. We saw some very pretty ballets done by schoolchildren, most lovely dancing.