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[Sunday 27 August 1916]

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Went service in Music room
[indecipherable] cobalt blue sea. [indecipherable] I hope I get your letters in England. I sent a big box of chocs to the Sisters who washed me [indecipherable] again here, labelled like the frozen meat  €“ we [indecipherable] works-
Not much feeling sympathy on a Hospital ship- just as well but I'll like to be spoilt by you for a few weeks now- feeling a bit off the result of trying to do too much.
A single canary is in the saloon in a tiny cage, an unnatural life but he seems happy How are yours? Do you still breed the crooked tie ones?

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