We rang Keith the Plumber, who told the Professor about a valve on the boiler which was there to let air out — it took several goes but in the middle of the morning we were finally rewarded by the thing firing up. Also, most of the snow came off the roof in the course of the night, and somewhat to our surprise, the gutters didn’t come with them. The gutter over my study is twisted out of shape and has broken, but hasn’t actually fallen off and I’ve only found one slate so far. Not bad, considering the pressure it’s all taken: also on the ground outside my door are the glassy sausages of ice which fell out of the gutters. I can see the box hedge, for the first time in about ten days.