Dear Diary,
Such a miserable day. Mrs Norris and her foul fiend were omnipresent. She seems to be in good health when sat chatting with Mother but strangely ails whenever I appear. Fanny went to call upon the ladies at Cobbler's End and I heard the scratching of Jane's quill coming from her room. Father asked if I wanted to go shoot pheasant but I suspect I would have been more a human gun dog than hunting companion. I feel in fairly low spirits this evening and have retired to bed early. I feel something is afoot. Let us see what tomorrow brings.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
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