THE SECRET DIARY OF CHARLES DICKENS, Aged 13¾
Friday 30th December
Dull day. Thick fog. Nothing doing.
‘Have you seen the fog today?’
‘I swear you could cut it like butter!’
‘Looks like pea soup!’
I do not know why people must go on and on about fog.
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