Life goes on so monotonously that there is very little to regard. I go to the hospital at 8.30 p.m., we have a meal & then go to our wards at 9. & Except when we go to other meals during the night we do not leave them. I am in ward 3 which is a very nice one, as it opens into ward 2 & I can go & chat to the other nurse.

On the 2nd night we had wounded in. 2 very bad cases came into my Ward, & for a night or two these kept me busy with fetching them drinks.

One day this week and there was a Zeppelin raid on London, but there was very little damage done & the whole thing was hushed up.

It made me nervous as Father, Dorothea & Mary are all in London, to say nothing of Ursula & the proud child. This week I had a better account of Ruth. She has turned the [corner] after being very near death. Poor Agnes must have had a terrible time.

Last Sunday Evelyn was ordained priest. Father went to Southall for it, but I have not heard an account of it yet from him.

Being Sunday I have had a glorious sleep to day as the traffic is less, went to bed at 10 & slept until 7.15. Other days I only get snatches of sleep, which makes it is difficult, I might say impossible to keep my eyes open at night.