An even bleaker day. Barrington-Ward retired ‘out-of-school’ this morning apparently with ‘flu. Our patients are better; Hodgson, Shore and Smurthwaite went out today and came down Hall for lunch and tea.
We all but finished ‘The Midsummer Night’s Dream’ in John Sargeaunt’s this morning. I am glad to say he proposes reading Dr Johnson’s poems next which sounds entirely delightful. With Spartan severity he insisted on having the windows open: ‘the VIth is the only form which hasn’t had ‘flu’ as he remarked and not even the entry of snow-flakes would make him shut them up.