Walford: Still freezing, very little doing, put a little chalk on top of Mess for cover. The mine was going on with great vim and expected to join two shafts up any time. Siggers fooled away the afternoon trying to make a seat for the Mess but failed hopelessly.
Bee: Went off to Meault to Cashier and saw some of the Guards' feet had come in there [?]. Still another frost. Spent most of the afternoon writing out gas helmet roll.
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