Returned home to day after a week at Buckfastleigh, with Jack & Florence, and during that week, public events have moved rapidly. The retirement of Prince Louis of Battenberg confirms the truth of the stories about him, we must have only Englishman at the head of affairs. Very little news from the front. Only daily casualty lists of terrible length. Roger Ripley a friend of Bob’s has been killed. He stayed here once, arriving in a car which could only go about a walking pace.

To day I got a letter sent on by Dorothea from Mrs Boggis to ask me if I should like to go to Exeter Hospital for a fortnight’s training on Monday next. I had to go home by Exeter as I’m supposed to meet Mr Smith & help him choose Belgians. However, when we got to East Southernhay , we found no Belgians. Mrs Robert Worthington, who is managing the arrangements, told us that she could not specify any particular day or hour when the next batch would be likely to arrive, as all we can do is to prepare the cottage & then go & find the Belgians. Afterwards I went to the Red Cross depot to try & get my dates changed & succeeded. I heard there that No. 3 hospital is being got ready, so we may be wanted. After all.

After a great rush during which I bought some flannel & ordered a uniform code & at, for down to the station only to find I had to wait an hour because the train was late. That’s Tavistock. I went to see Mrs Boggis, & she told me that Mary had been sent for that very day to go to number 3 hospital as a cook, & when I got home everyone was very excited and original telegraphs had been coming thick and fast. So after all we are to do something.

Service at 7.30, & practice afterwards.