In Aberdeen I stayed at the Dormy House, a small private hotel run by Mrs. Wood who acted as a den-mother to aircrew officer's from overseas. The meals and accommodation were excellent, it was just like a home away from home. A couple of other chaps from the squadron were also there on leave as was Little Joe Manuel who checked in on his way back from London. We had a great week, ice skating at the Palace indoor rink, swimming in the pool at the "Y", sight-seeing, along with shows and service club dances. 

On October 26th, I met a pretty young English Wren from Liverpool. Her name was Rene Burnside and she was very nice. I had her out a couple of times that week and even took her to the Church of England service on the Sunday evening. We had met at the Palais de Dance which was the favorite dance pavilion of service personnel stationed in and around Aberdeen. Although I didn't smoke, I always carried Canadian cigarettes with me in case any of my acquaintances, either male or female, did smoke. When I offered one to Rene, she accepted and fumbled with it for a while before asking me where mine was. When I told her I didn't smoke she almost stuck it in my eye.