Tuesday March 26th Hanna on early job (deuced unfair I thought – but McPherson isn’t a lovable character). I wouldn’t go, feeling too rocky. Was about three hours overdue. Wind up. No sign of grub. Went with Macgregor to a neighbouring village, where we discovered a villager who provided us with large omelette, mashed potatoes, bread, butter & vin blanc all ad lib. Oh happy days! Returned to find Hanna back. His observer (new to the Squadron) had been wounded, and was then comfortably in hospital. Looks like the hand of fate. Third new observer to get a blighty. Put up tents for ourselves all the afternoon. Everyone went by lorry that evening and had a glorious feed at the ———- in A——–. Sang all he way back in the lorry.