I am so enjoying these letters between Nancy Mitford and Evelyn Waugh. Slightly shame-making that I find I hardly need the copious footnotes which appear on every page. I had no idea I was so steeped in Mitfordiana. Interesting to see that the plot of Love in a Cold Climate, as originally outlined to Waugh, was very different from that in the finished novel. There is a lot of literary interest but it is mainly shrieks. How I admire Nancy Mitford's determination to hide her unhappiness and make the best of things.