Haven’t written anything here for a week, as my fingers are starting to get chilblained—so dead cold always. I need those mittens I made out of the pattern book Gran gave me, with the flaps that flip back so you can use your fingers. Essentials for the Forces, that book was called. If I’d known how essential those mittens would be now, I’d never have taken them out of my flight bag—except to wear them. Not like the flipping gas mask.
