I got up at 6.20. Nothing of exceptional note happened on this day the 42nd day of the great year 1914. Except that again Cyril and I went out into the field to fly his aeroplane. After several attempts it flew quite well. I went down to town after tea by 6.50 train and got my Cook’s badge awarded for useful services at the Christmas Camp. I did my chemistry homework so as to be work free on Thursday night.