I think this is the first time on a voyage when I have been genuinely sorry to feel that it is our last day on board.
Anxious to get to Bombay and get our war news for 5 days in arrears. Surely something must have happened by now.
Our beautiful rest cure will soon come to an end. We cannot tell what awaits us in India. Rose looks very pale and we hope she is not going to get ill. She and Susanna will soon be in the hills at Murree with Miss Key. The weather is wonderful and it is like a yachting trip. We have a huge cabin with big wardrobe and the ship is full of enormous black-beetles. The Captain, Armitage, is a good fellow, and an Antarctic hero. I play bridge a good deal for very small points and I am reading philosophy. I am nothing else but a philosopher, and so far, I find nothing new – but of course I am dumb, I could not spout all those strings of bewildering words and sentences.
Indian Ocean calm and not too hot. Not many flying fish to amuse Susanna.
Entered Aden harbour at 8 a.m. As we flew the wrong signals the outer fort fired a shell at us which passed between the funnels and made a fine splash beside the ship. The Captain’s hair stood on end. Left in tender to Salsette [possibly this ship] at 10 a.m. only about 14 of us. Salsette is a fine pretty boat but full of beetles. We have a lovely cabin and they have let Rose come up the 1st Class end, which was very good of them – without payment.
Breeze turned into quite a strong gale dead ahead – very grateful for it. Susanna was blown down and rolled over and over and quite enjoyed it.
A little breeze and not quite so hot. Daisie won’t let me put on my thin things because to-day is a Friday!