Monday 17th March 1808

Dear Diary,
I cannot remember when I was so glad to return to Thrushcock Grange. The sky was blue with a hint of spring warmth as I stepped from the Effin Barouche. I could not help but smile with joy and relief...... and then Mrs Norris emerged from the main entrance, and my smile vanished. She carefully waddled down the steps and then hurried towards Fanny and I. She reached out and clasped us both, in turn, to her expansive bosom which, distinctly, smelt of pug. I looked back at the departing Barouche and briefly considered chasing after it and taking my chances with Evelyn back at Effin Hall. A single magpie chattered from a nearby tree top. It was laughing at me, I swear!