A heavy fall of snow has rendered all the labour of preparing the slide useless! Everything is so buried in snow one wonders whether it will ever come out again. We also had one of the blackest fogs I remember though mercifully up above. At 1 o’clock it got so dark that one couldn’t see across the yard and this was sheer darkness not fog because wherever there was a light it shown out perfectly clear. As I have rather a sore throat I again stayed in today.
Several of the School indulged in a snow fight in ‘Green’ this afternoon, snow-balling in Little Dean’s Yard being against the laws.
The Professor informed Mrs Thresher he thought that Father had a very attractive voice and must have been very fascinating as a young man!!!!!! It is rather hard luck that Mrs Thresher should gleefully repeat it to Father!