it was occupied that night. He went on to say that there was a bathroom out in the
kitchen area which I could use and asked if it would it be OK if he got a mattress for
me to sleep on. In these circumstances I had no alternative but to agree. Someone
bought me a large Scotch and, having downed that, and now very tired after the
journey, I dragged my kit through the kitchen into my tiled cell.

I did not have a comfortable night. My 6' 4" frame didn't exactly fit easily in the standard bath. I couldn't undress, so I slept fitfully more or less fully dressed with
my greatcoat over me whilst lying at an angle on a lumpy narrow mattress in the
bottom of the tub, trying all the while to avoid turning on a tap with my feet when I
changed position!

I woke next morning to the sounds of German staff arriving on duty to prepare breakfast and decided that, with a bit of kit rearrangement in this small room (it also
sported a toilet and a wash-basin, but the floor was too small for me to lie down) to
use the bath for its proper purpose and make myself presentable for the day ahead.

At breakfast, I met the living-in Officers, all seven of them; Fg.Off. John Duggan, Station Adjutant; Plt.Off. Peter Bunn, Junior Technical Officer; Pilot Officers
'Chris' Stott and Irishman 'Larry' O'Hara, both Fighter Controllers; Fg.Off. 'Mike'
Rush from the Airfield Construction Branch and his Pilot Officer assistant; and the
Officer who was being Dined Out the previous evening.
1 To a man they advised
me to expect stomach problems for the first fortnight until my system acclimatised
to the exceptionally hard water. This was quickly demonstrated, because the diluted
condensed milk we used always curdled in both tea and coffee.
2 The trick was to stir
it quickly before drinking, whereupon it tasted fairly normal. To fail to stir it first of
all as well as before drinking could mean that the milk turned into a sticky blob
which remained in the bottom of the cup.

After breakfast my kit was put in the Orderly Officer's room which I used for the next few nights until the Officer I was replacing left for the UK. I then moved
into his vacated room, which became mine for the time being. There were only eight
rooms in the Mess.

I spent my first day going through the usual arrival procedure, finding my way round, and learning the names of the 18 or so other Officers and what they did. I
was assigned to 'A' Flight, with Flt.Lt. 'Phil' Philpot as my Flight Commander. Other
'A' Flight members were, as far as I can recollect, Flt.Lt. 'Harry' Hawker; Fg.Off.
'Doug' Breeze; Fg.Off. 'Jock' MacPhail; and Plt.Off. Chris Stott. The Operations
Officer was Flt.Lt. 'Don' Crocker whose office was in Station Headquarters.