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[Page 133]

Wednesday 17th April 1917 [1918]
Nothing of interest to put in my little book. A long quiet day, no trace of the M.O. but as have no hope of getting permission to arise it matters not at all as he never has a friendly word beyond bothering how many flies are stuck to the wretched fly paper.
From my window I watch the Alex. trains fly by all day long.
"Zep" scare last night, trustworthy resident reported "hostile aircraft" but nothing doing.
All our shutters go down 7 p.m. & one almost smothers until 9 p.m. when "lights out" & shutters up once more.

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