of the most favoured class for once for these Christmas holidays everything is giving way to the soldiers returning on leave.

At breakfast this morning I found myself beside a strapping young fellow in civilians who was wounded in the left hand [in arm?]

His name I hound was Ridley & on further conversation discovered he was [?] son of Henry Compton [should be Colborne] Maunoir & Myra. It seems he was on our immediate right at Courcelette. In London I have stopping [sic] at a place where Meg with several other ladies work - called the Officer's Pavilion. It is