Saturday March 30th. Early flip. usual work. Went up in new machine. Very right wing heavy. Badly hit by Archie. Main spar mostly shot away. Crawled home gently, and got back OK. After tea went a-bathing with Fry and McGregor in the old place behind the Cathedral. Got an antiquated taxi in. Bought a large box of chocolates. Caught a C.O.s car back. Had dinner – a jolly good one (how one’s thoughts do harp on food nowadays) in the new Flight mess, a large cottage. Took in two new packs of cards but yarned all the evening.