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FOREIGN OFFICE

Aug: 8:17

My dearest little one

George & I just caught the train this morning, & found London swimming in sunshine. I hope it has been as good a day with you & the Blessings. Alas! there is a fear that Sandy may leave me. He has been offered the Senior Advocate Deputeship & I can't stand in his way. I have had a fine old day of hustle.

American female journalists without end trooped through my rooms.

I lunched with David Henderson at the Naval & Military - it was a great pleasure to see him again. The sleuth-hound Marcosson got on my trail this evening.

Hugh Walpole seems to have had quite a pleasant week-end with the Old Firm, & fell deeply in love with Kidlet. [ST: a youthful nickname of Victoria Sackville West]

The P.M. has an Allied conference on just now & no one can get near him. I hear the deep tones of M. Thomas booming from his room, no doubt speaking in lyrical French.

I must get this thing settled with the little man, for I am sick of delays. The 'Times' had a perfectly sensible leader on the subject today. Either I am given complete charge of home publicity as well as propaganda, or I confine myself to

foreign propaganda & be responsible to Mr Balfour instead of the P.M.

I wish I were down with you & the wee Blessings in this lovely evening. Be sure to rest a lot.

Much love, my darling

Your ever [illegible]

Mr [Gogg?]