In spite of declaring himself fit for war flying, the dud weather awarded Greg another day on the ground:  Diary Monday June 10th 1918.  Pretty dud day; did not fly. “Dud” was always one of Greg’s favourite adjectives (and nouns) of disapprobation.  It was a word that was rapidly rising in popularity during the First World … Continue reading Monday 10 June 1918 – Pretty Dud Day