16th October, 1943: Steak and onions at the Chinese

I bought my breakfast in the canteen again. The novelty of being able to get a breakfast just when I wanted one, not having to stick to a rigid time, suite me and pleased me immensely. I am a firm believer in eating a meal at the time when one feels hungry, not at some pre-determined convensional meal time. Perhaps this is the gypsy in me - to be free in movement, in thought, to be able to roam - how grand life can be. 

This afternoon we went to town again, having steak and onion at the Chinese Eastern Restaurant. What a meal it was, good food, good cooking, good service and well served. Food goes a long way to making a person happy and contented. I felt top of the world, and when the pictures were suggested, I was prepared for any plans. Bill, Loftie, Shortie and myself got our tickets for the show. 

Outside the cinema was a public lavatory - the first I had seen in India. One side was marked "Indian Style" and the other European. I wanted very much to go into the Indian Style side to see the difference. I might have been at a complete loss when I got there, so at the last moment I decided not to bother. We saw a good programme, "City Without Men" - a unique story that was quite entertaining. "Went The Day Well Comrade?" It did.