Pleasant to see superiority of billets over the hooter: that only emitted
three blasts.
12.50 a.m.--Billets returned with exception of Private Merited, who was
retained for sake of his motor-bike.
9 a.m.--On way to bath-room ran into Private Merited, who, looking very
glum and sleepy, inquired whether I had a copy of the Exchange and Mart
in the house.
10 p.m.--Overheard billets discussing whether it was worth while removing
boots before going to bed until the Zeppelin scare was over. Joined in
discussion.
May 2.--Rumours that the Inns of Court were going under canvas.
Discredited them.
May 5.--Rumours grow stronger.
May 6.--Billets depressed. Begin to think perhaps there is something in
rumours after all.
May 9.-All doubts removed. Tents begin to spring up with the suddenness
of mushrooms in fields below Berkhamsted Place.
May 18, LIBERATION DAY.--Bade a facetious good-bye to my billets;
response lacking in bonhomie.
May 19.-House delightfully quiet. Presented caller of unkempt appearance
at back-door with remains of pair of military boots, three empty shaving-
stick tins, and a couple of partially bald tooth-brushes.
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