'You're pretty well all right now.

If I wire for you, will you pack your own kit and mine and join me ?' 'Right-o! I'll accept a job on your staff if they give you a corps.

If so be as you come down tonight, be a good chap and bring a barrel of oysters from Sweeting's.' I travelled up to London in a regular November drizzle, which cleared up about Wimbledon to watery sunshine.

I never could stand London during the war.

It seemed to have lost its bearings and broken out into all manner of badges and uniforms which did not fit in with my notion of it.