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St. Stephen 's House, London, S.W.1.

15th February, 1934.

My own little darling

I do hope you got safely home yesterday. This is another vile day of fog. This drought is getting very serious.

Last night was a wash-out. We had a small dinner party - the Londonderrys, the P.M. and Ishbel, Mrs Corey, the American, Niall Argyll, then there was a very good Gaelic concert, at which the whole of Scotland seemed to be present: after that there was an excessively smart supper party. Hailsham turned up about midnight to talk wth the P.M. and me: but the P.M. was dog-tired and yawning his head off, and I saw it was quite impossible to arrange anything, so I am to hold myself at his disposal this afternoon. I have prepared in my head a scheme very much like the War Cabinet under L.G., about which Charlie L. is enthusiastic.

Remind Webb that I come back at 10.10 tomorrow. I am going to take John Edgar for a drive in the big car at three o'clock in the afternoon, and bring him back to tea.

Much love.

from John