Splendid news. The dream of my life. I am to a General before I am 60. Got a wire yesterday to go to Abbeville and there I got the news that I am to go home to command one of the new Brigades. God give me strength to do my duty, serve my country , and live and die as a Christian gentleman. It will be a blow to my darling wife, but she has been prepared for it and has seen the sword of Damocles hanging over her head.
Cazalet I am sending to Marseilles to get warm as he is always sick up here. I shall miss him very much, he leaves to-day. The number of my officers is increasing. Wrote a final ultimatum to the War Office, telling them to take me out of this soft job, and give me a Brigade up at the front where I ought to be. This is a good job, but a one-armed and one-legged man could do it. Everybody is impatient with the war, but we know we must wait till April or May before our time comes to strike the blow.
Went up to Abbeville yesterday and returned to-day with Ridpath, I had to see Freeland about a lot of railway matters.
Cold and rainy. I get the same giddiness that father used to suffer from and it gets worse and worse very rapidly each year. It seems to be something quite apart from one’s general health, as I often get it when I feel fittest. Some day I shall tumble on my nose.
Daisie returned to Havre by the evening train. I am quite fit again, but flabby.
I have been in bed ever since last Monday with a most frightful cold, fever, flu, sore-throat, sort of thing and feel very miserable. I manage to get down to the office every day for one hour from 11 to 12.0 and then I go straight back to bed. I am tremendously soigné by Madame, who brings me grogs every night before she goes to bed, and tisanes all day long. “tisanes des quatres fruits.” I went to see Cazalet in hospital on Monday and in chaff drank some of his medicine out of his glass and I can only suppose I swallowed all his microbes as he has every sort of chest complaint and I was bowled over immediately after. Madame wants to paint my back with iodine and put a plaster on my chest, but I have drawn the line at that. She is determined to badigeonner me, a special verb for splashing paint on a wall. Lying miserably in bed, not undressed about 7 p.m. Knock at the door and Henriette enters announcing with huge delight “Madame Dunsterville”!!! Made me jump you may be sure. Of course it was a very great treat. She has two days’ leave from the hospital.
A most unpleasant morning at the station where I had to put a Naval Commander under arrest for being drunk. He was very much upset and wanted to know what business a soldier had to put him under arrest. I am writing to the W.O. to get a more active job, sent off letter to Daisie first to get her sanction.