July 17th 1945

I go round to see the Van Bergens and find some pongo Major called Mick already there. So Henry and I go out and collect another called Hanni – pronounced ‘Honey’ – and he really is a master – a blonde whoa! However this Mick guy is out to do his worst and to sleep in the house, all four of them, so after some red and white liberated wine and half a bottle of my rum I return to bed after an animated discussion on aircraft with Hans. My sleep is disturbed by this dame and I feel a little shagged today, to say the least of it.