ERDINGTON

My Dear,
What a pleasant surprise, all in the middle of the afternoon, a nice, a very nice, and exceedingly nice, letter.  Thankyou kindly sir, she said.

My blarney to Anne worked, for she has written me a charming letter, and with an idea for a script, too. Which just shows. So I’m off to the library to do some nosing about into the origins of nursery rhymes.  Bless her. It is now six in the evening.

My tea party with Eileen was off as she is ill, has been for three days it appears. I’ll ring her up, but I hope I don’t have to fag out there this evening, but if she is desperate I might have to.   Anyhow, I’ll see.

 Anna Goodrick looks more promising than ever, and I have sent off to Rolf for a working quotation and call on Anna on Tuesday with it to get the order or not.   But it is most hopeful.

 Yes, Great Alne is our village, if I can scrape together the rent and our food.    It means taking a chance, but with the Post, the Radio Times, odd articles such as the Motor Boat, the B.B.C., some Lawrence and Scott work and so on we ought to do it.   Its a grand chance to take and an occasional story sold and an annual novel should make it respectable.    I’m so glad the job sheets have stopped fouling, it makes progress difficult.    I shall hear all about it tomorrow.

No more now, only my love and thanks for the letter.    Do I not see you at 10.30 ish to eleven tomorrow?    I hope so, trundle up as you can.   Then cricket and Kettering.   Yo Ho,

If it’s as hot tomorrow afternoon as it was this afternoon it’ll be grand. Bill might come out, he came to lunch with me today, a nice doggy man.

I’ll get you enough food and skins enough to keep you warm, and a bottle of sherry for visitors. I’ll find out about the house tomorrow.   The South of England later on, of course, the B.B.C. here are worth a bit, and Lawrence and Scott must be nursed into a thriving fruit producing tree.
Bless you, see you very soon,
Ever yours,