The morning’s work was to finish off the car, just to give a second coat of brown paint to the strips of metal which were worst affected by rust. And then a third coat too, since the white paint was showing thro’. When I stripped off the masking paint, it still didn’t look too wonderful – it had only been hand-painted after all – but it still looked a bit better than it had. Then a few little jobs in the afternoon – fixing up a lazarette cover, collecting together some things for a yard sale. Then dinner, and booze (plenty of booze; that is definitely one thing that Dave is excessively generous with, is the booze) + a long conversation across the dinner table with Dave. Dave has the military mind – ultra-style – who can only see the military point of view. Our discussion tonight concerned Vietnam in particular, and one’s obligation to King + country in general. Hm, interesting.