Oh! Who would get up for pleasure for Morning Prep on a morning like this morning it was unspeakable, foggy and cold. There has been a bad yellow fog all day and though one could see across the yard, the Abbey was quite invisible which always means it’s a bad fog.
Clarke asked me to send over to the Armoury any odd kit there might be in the House, so we had a turn out and I ‘halled’ and told Cargill, who came, to fetch two others and carry the things across, there was a pause and whispered conference ‘you go, no you’ so when they came back I irately told him to fetch everybody in Hall as I expected to be instantly obeyed! I then made them all take the things.
At tea today roller-skating — a fine topic of conversation lasting ever so long!…