Dear Dave,

Please forgive me typing, but I want to send a copy of this letter to Caroline Street in case the Cornwall one misses you, and it saves time to do both at once.

What I am going to ask you may sound rather Prima-Donnish, but I think you will understand. Could you possibly ask Miss Chamnis if your songs could appear on the programme of the 15th January as being performed by ‘John Armstrong and Howard Ferguson', and not by ‘John Armstrong, accompanist Howard F’ or ‘At the piano H.F.'? I wouldn't care a tuppenny cuss if it were any other audience, but as this one consists mostly of Music Club people I do feel it might be better that way (purely from my own point of view) if possible. I should have asked you to do it before, but to tell the truth it didn't occur to me; however, I think there is still time if you would drop the old girl a line as soon as possible. In any case, apologies for clucking over such a seemingly small point.

Anscombe [Bookbinder] has sent up the things he was binding for me and I am delighted with them: also with the price he charged me!

I have purchased some skates and skating-boots and am prepared to sally forth and break some bones: why don't you get some [he didn't]? It might be rather fun.

Do give me a ring when you get back that we may arrange a meeting. Ever, H.F.

Dear Dave,

When we got off the boat [from a Mediterranean cruise] my Father had to go straight into a nursing-home to undergo an operation [for prostate trouble]. It went off most satisfactorily, but he has to have another one sometime next week

- I think on Monday - so for the present plans are rather indefinite. If all goes well I shall probably return to London - for the ‘insides’ of the weeks anyway - on the 15th and try to get some work done.