Barn at Romarin. Hot bath in morning, shave. Rest remainder of day, still jolly rotten.
In same trench, plenty of mud and water. Get a cold or something, can’t eat anything. Sleep practically all day. Leave trenches at 9 pm. and march to Romarin, absolutely done up. Tommy and Champ carry my kit and rifle. Billeted in barn.
Still in trenches. Act the cook. Usual sniping and shelling. Nothing extra special to report. Change to another trench at night near Essex. Star shells for night work.
In trenches just under convent that has been used as a hospital and been shelled. Hear Sgt. Bland was wounded previous night. Convent shelled again tonight. Fairs loses his nerve. Make the coffee for chaps in our bivvy.
Still in barn. Go out cutting down trees and shrubs for road in morning. Half our platoon parading sick. Up to the trenches in the evening. In E. Lancs trenches on our own. Pass through another village absolutely destroyed by shells. Robins gets a bullet through his valise.
Still in barn. Thaw during the night. Put on guard last night, but taken off as wanted for road-making today. Road-making in morning, wooden trench road through woods. Wash and shave. Resting all afternoon. Had some so-called German black bread and sweets.
Shifted this morning to billet in roof of barn at Report Centre. Resting after our time in trenches, nothing to do. Buy milk at farm. Farm three-sided, house in centre, outhouses each side, manure and rubbish in the middle. One brick path between farms.
Still in same trench, expected relief last night. Lots of sniping. No shelling for some reason from German lines. Our artillery shell German lines 50’ in front of us in afternoon. Hit on back by a piece of our own shell. Relieved at 8.30 pm. Mess up over billets, put in with wrong Company. 2nd farm at Report Centre.
Rough trenches not much room. Trench made by E. Lancs. Germans on three sides of trench. Maxim at end of our trench. Two E. Lancs. buried at bottom of trench. Sgt in charge drunk in morning too much rum. Cpl put in charge. No water all the time we are in trenches except one jar full that a chap got out of the trench to fetch. Only drink rum in morning. Hard frost all the time and snow on the ground.