Item 01: Florence Holloway diary, 1 September 1917-31 October 1918 - Page 122

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[Page 122]

Saturday 7 [6] April 1917 [1918]
All days are alike in this corner. I read, write and think.
The C.O. visits me again & enquires perhaps kindly if am recovering but I distrust all visits knowing a fresh inj. of some "anti" will probably follow. A day of wrath is this as the brainless creature known to the pts. as "Pat" refuses to do anything to relieve the irritable rash caused by "anti diph." but placing a hand on each fat hip she gazes vacantly at my smarting abd. and says "perhaps it is the bite of an insect". Query! how is a woman of this type helping to win the war? beyond wasting time with the male pts., she is evidently only an ornament (?) at Shoubra.

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