ERDINGTON BIRMINGHAM.

My Dear,
O.K. for tomorrow.  I’ve got to go to the office in the afternoon, and the B.B.C., but I am despatching Kenneth off to Skipton after lunch and have the evening free.   Although you must help me write up my comic song for the cricket club do on Saturday night.    I ought to spend the evening with Bill doing that, but we’ll do it together. Shall I join the bus at the Dairy, or meet you in town at half past seven?    Or seven if you can, I am free from six onwards.    Telephone me at Aston Cross 0784 any time between 3 and 5 if it is to be seven thirty, if I don’t hear, I’ll meet you at seven, or If I’m not there I’ll join the bus at the Dairy.    If  I  should  be  out  when  you  telephone  ask  for Miss Brown and leave a message just say 7.30. . . or whatever the message is.

Eileen is waiting to go on with the Dairy-Farmer so circumstances are not congenial for a real letter. This is the new typewriter.   Like her?  I loved your letter this morning, and I am glad you too have a sane affection for the little things.   Young English shows where my heart lies, with the clean simple things of life, but I admit that the future should not be scorned any more than the past.    The past, the present and the future, — these three are one, with the present the only living part.

Manana, then, 7o/c at Smiths or on the bus, unless you get in touch with me and make any other arrangements.

Fare well, and think not hard of me for the brevity of this letter. An article has gone to Punch.

No hope of it being taken, but if it were. . . . . . . . . . !
Ever yours. . .
David