slow

We are still going very slowly along. It is 11.30 night. I have just packed up something stitching for May, I hope she will like it for I have been doing it on and off ever since we left.

Well it was real enough, once more we are on our way home but so very slowly. There is one ship with us that can only do a few knots. So we other two have to drop back. We have seen several aircraft today and once more we saw the coast. New Orleans, where we have picked up five more ships. Ships and boats everywhere.  But only five joined us. One is a great big 17,000 ton whaler by the same company as ours. They reckon that at this speed  we shall not get to New York till Sunday week. That is terribly slow travel.

Well, we are still going very slow, 4 and even 3 knots. It is the order of the Commodore's ship there is apparently something ahead somewhere. It is still bitter cold and I've just got a hell of a job to make the oil flow in the morning therefore it is over an hour sometimes before I can start cooking. There is no news today except that I have been fairly free of pain lately, thank goodness. But at my cost another way. I am not going places as I want to and always have done.