Friday

Friday 14th December 1807

Dear Diary,
Nothing of great consequence or importance has occurred since I last fingered my quill. The Christmas season is approaching apace and I have scarcely had time for social intercourse. On Tuesday Ned assisted me in searching for a suitable tree for the parlour and on Thursday, after a spirited and festive session upon the Parson's organ, he accompanied me to Farmer Clamp's to pick out a goose. Ned certainly knows how to appreciate a finely formed bird whereas I confess I have no inclination in that area. I am sure when we finally fetch it from the farm that Mrs Crutchlow will be glad to stuff it.

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