Thursday 4th March 1943

My error, the fog did not entirely life and so it went on all night that terrible hooter. About 15 blasts each time in code at regular intervals. No wonder I had no sleep last night and no matter which way I lay the rolling ship would twist me back again, then back and soon, no, I had no sleep at all. In fact was awake smoking when the gunner on watch came in to call me.

Wednesday 3rd March 1943

We are still going very slowly along. It is 11.30 night. I have just packed up something stitching for May, I hope she will like it for I have been doing it on and off ever since we left.

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