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I think I'm going to be at my present station for a long time. I don't mind it one bit. I'm a staff pilot. I take the plane up and by the time the plane reaches a few thousand feet it's time to have tea. So down I come for tea. I get a day off every week and a week off every seventh week. The boys are chummy and sociable. The girls are sociable and amiable. But very! I'm writing this letter with my feet in the fireplace, a cup of tea in one hand, a piece of bread and jam to nibble on and three girls to keep the draft out of my neck. All the girls talk about is where their next pair of silk stockings is coming from. The boys think the same about their cigarettes. Scarce as snowballs in heaven. There is a skating rink in the city 10 minutes from the aerodrome. I've seen some good hockey games there. It's a beautiful place - good ice, theatre seats, skating day and night, music, a cocktail bar and a restaurant. Skating is popular but very few can skate good and most are just learning. They all use figure skates except for hockey. They call tubes speed skates - nit wits! You know the difference don't you Pepper? Your cigarettes were a luxury but they went up in smoke. I wrote home for some but they should be here before you get this letter. The gloves and scarf I got from Millie and her girl friend are very useful. In fact I wear them day and night. I keep the scarf on even when I'm indoors.