Wednesday. August 14th. Have it on fairly good authority that we, Duce, Gerson and I, are getting 3 days cells starting on Saturday, for being late on parade yesterday. We have every intention of appealing, as we consider the sentence grossly unjust; but personally, I shan’t mind very much. The one thing that you can get free and for nothing in this country is experience, and it would be a pity to leave without a dose of ‹clink› as we used to call it in the army. Overate myself yesterday. Feel the need of light diet today. Had porridge for brekker; chicken marengo, spaghetti in tomato sauce, potatoes and baked rice pudding for lunch. ’Elp!!