Rumours flying that a move is imminent

28th December [1915]

Roadmaking again with its necessary concomitant – interference from every authority higher than myself that I could imagine. I find myself getting strangely undisciplined – get hauled over the coals by some Brigade staff or other who knows if anything even less than I do about roadmaking, say yes, yes, yes, and as soon as the brass hat has turned his back carry on exactly as I was before.
Post in with one letter from Alice.
Rumours flying that a move is imminent, plans of the trenches being prepared apparently for handing over and various other portents.
Turn in after censoring a big lot of mens letters early, much cheered by the rumours of the move.
Weather perfect – more like an English June than anything I can compare it with. What a pity these hills are not timbered, what a place it would be if wooded and coloured with furze etc.