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Wednesday 30th December 1942

Well, I went to bed in a calm quiet sea but soon after, up it came. Tossing the ship about like so much cork. Once we were hit by a wave so hard that the whole ship quivered, upsetting all and sundry. Our two armchairs flung themselves at my bunk (bed) frightening me stiff. The boy jumped out of his bunk shouting "We've been bumped Chef, get up quick" and he really thought that we had been torpedoed. It was a nightmare of a night, and so the bad weather continues again. It is very trying to one's stamina, strong and weak alike." I am weak".

Monday 28th December 1942

Nothing exciting today. Oh! yes, I went to the lav. It hurt but since has been much better and really I have had a free day from pain except for the occasional twinge.  Hope it is really getting better, taking medicine but nearly all gone.

My mate made my bed again today, have not got my full rigout yet, tin hat, light, knife and whistle missing. Told today about ship, she is leaking everywhere , even the petrol tanks. Also that our good Skipper is leaving us at the end of this voyage. Pity, for he is a good and quiet man and very conscientious at his job.

Saturday 26th December 1942

Very hard day today, terrible weather, rough ,cold and windy. My energy used up. Standing up catching pots and pans, still trouble with fires.  Supposed to be lying up in New York for 3 weeks, dry dock, all necessary repairs and replacements to be made there,  which will mean practically a new galley. It will be better to work in then. Our convoy is very small only 9 ships,  1 corvette 1 destroyer. I'm surprised but we are joining another one from Liverpool soon.

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