We lunched with Marie Tempest and Graham Browne in Regent's Park. A charmingly arranged house. Marie is still surprisingly young in looks and gestures; but she talks old - about today, 'modern', 'there's nothing' - etc., etc. I offered her my play "Flora".
Heard some of Elgar's "Dream of Gerontius" afterwards and I didn't think very highly of it.
Additionally for April 4th., see 'Out of my groove'
Unable to write my journal at all these last few days. All ideas of writing were put out of my head, and so I suffered obscurely from that uncomfortable feeling which a person who lives in a groove has when he is shifted out of his groove.