I went to breakfast (not being able very well to get out of it) with Jardine this morning who has rooms in Park Street. Roxborough, an Old Carthusian whom I knew slightly as he was a friend of Boult‘s and … Continue reading
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A bleak and miserable day, bitterly cold and inclined to snow. Nothing of any interest has happened today, Brown has joined the majority with ‘flu.
Hobson went into breakfast with Father this morning so I was left alone. ‘Middle’, perhaps only my imagination, seemed rather constrained and I was quite glad when the meal was over. We had a somewhat unexpected ‘play’ today so we … Continue reading