I had lunch with Frank today, and we discussed ways and means. On Saturday we can follow out this proceedure if it pleases you :-
Lunch at your house at 1 o/c.
(Meet you at Library at 12.15.)
((Reference library, upstairs))
Go to Rugger match.
Collect Pat’s luggage at 4.15.
Collect Pat at his school at 4.30.
Drive to Knowle Luny-Bin.
Show until 7.30.
After….what you will.
Sunday at 9,30 ish I leave for the cottage, returning about 11 – 12.
How is that for a cheme ? Your comments are invited.

                        Miss Maxwell writes to say that they too thought of the Shakespeare idea for the 23rd. and have asked Peach to do something for them, -dirty dogs-. But if he jobs, she says, I can have the hour. So it rests on Peach, but I can’t see him refusing so fruity a job. Its a grand opportunity, blast him. I’ll donw him one of these days. So we must wait, ready to set to work with a vengeance if he doesn’t want the job. The hopes are definitely slight though. Blast.

                        The Sap is on on Saturday week, another three guineas into the exchequer. The Broads float nearer. If I can swing an article on cats onto him, as I have a mind to do, – by him I mean Stowell- the Boat will-drop anchor definitely at Oakfield Road.

                        I’m all for the Broads because you’ll like it, I’ll like it, and we’ll live for a spell in a world quite our own, with no-one else, but ships passing, and not even them passing in the night. It is not really extravagance, or is it ? You see, you can’t do fresh frisky creative work unless you freshen up the body and spirit from time to time. This will definitely do that.

                        I suggest that we take no chaperone, talk wildly and vaguely of “The Bashfords” – so that they picture the Broads peopled with Bashfords, in coracles, galleons and rickshaws and things, and never suggest anything about impropriety.

                        But we must see how things go. I’m watching carefully and nothing but dire practical necessity will keep me from going. The question is whether you would rather have an ordinary week’s holiday in June or a few days tacked onto Easter. Ca m’est egal.

                        Those ‘little water-colours you sent me are exquisite. I love the little old man with the tankard, so coy, so gay, so lovable,so Falstaff. Thankyou, and all works are gratefully received and carefully kept. I’ll have a display soon.

                        This afternoon we are to forge ahead with the Dairy-Farmer, and that will make next month’s budget better. I must get some more play scripts on the go, or a sickening pause will come after March 12th. Output is the thing.

                        Frank Sadgrove thinks you are a nice person, and he quotes “D” in the same vein, popular, that’s what you are. Well, well.

                        No news, but my greetings and we meet in the Library on Saturday. Good. Do we go to Kettering next week-end ? You decide. I just agree. Or stay and go a-walking ? I am not bos, I’m far too humble.

                        Cheerio and bless you and long may you harbour your quite absurd ideas about me. And what of Micky ? Do I give him to David tomorrow ?