This morning I had everything to do in my ward & also prepare the dining room for the men’s dinners, a great rush it was. As 2.15 I was off & ran to the station to see Ursula. The train was 20 minutes late, so after all there was plenty of time.

Mary was there waiting. At last the train came in & there was Ursula and the dear babe. The latter very fat & rosy the former very white & thin. Bob was also there, doing nurse maid. The time was all too short & away they went. We both went back to our billets to do up our washing, & then I went with Mrs Worthington in the car to a Belgian refugee hostel, just for the airing.

Whilst waiting outside who should come along but Irene Strong with her young man. They were looking for a certain street & had lost their way. He is just back from the front either been wounded or is ill.

In had tea at the V.A.D. club.

Yesterday afternoon I was alone with one of the men the others all having gone out, when a man called Fitz Gerald from another ward came to see my man. He had a shattered arm & told us the whole story of how he was wounded, & what he suffered trying to get to a place where he could have it dressed.

It is dreadful listening to all these stories, the wickedness of war is brought home to one very strongly.