22 Feb 1945, Barbara Anslow's diary

Raining cats and dogs.

Just when it was light, a large grey ship with big white cross on either end, crept past the Fort - so near that I could see the crosses.  It later anchored where the last repatriation ship did, but moved off at quarter to eleven.   Every one thinks it's the food ship... hoping, anyway.
 
The plays went off quite well. 'The Last Meeting' was the worst, they all spoke too quickly. The Shakespeare play went off fairly well; 'Her First Dance' was best. Kristine (Thoresen) looked beautiful, wearing Sheila's bridesmaid's dress; Mavis Thirlwell very good too.   A small audience, due to the rain I hope. ((I don't remember who the Sheila was who lent the bridesmaid's dress, but that almost certainly was Sheila Haynes who was a great friend of mine. She married policeman Patrick Cullinan in camp.))

A stye coming on my eye.

Talk by Rev. Sandbach.