Wednesday. New Year’s Eve. Bernard came up in the morning, and after going several errands we went sliding. Then I found some skates and went on the pond (off Westminster Rd) for about half-an-hour. Chas. Bottomley came in the afternoon and now is called “Charlie”. We played with trains and had the gramophone going. Had rather a decent time. Cyril is bad with toothache and has gone to bed early. I am making some ice cream and am just going for some ice. It is rather a weird concoxion comprising of icing sugar, milk, egg powder and custard powder and cornflour. I wonder how it will turn out. Dora Hodgkinson went this afternoon. I saw her off at Eccles.