Saturday 3rd May 1808

Dear Diary,
My sister Jane has departed for the nunnery. She entered Ballbanger Abbey this very afternoon. We all attended to escort her thither and were gathering before the Grange, readying for departure when Ned drew our attention to someone striding up the lane towards us. It was a young lady and she was walking with purpose and no little determination in her stride. As she got nearer Ned suddenly turned to me, smiled and gave me one of those annoying winks he has developed of late and I began to wish I was elsewhere at that moment. I believe Fanny felt it too for she quickly climbed into the waiting Barouche and ducked down inside. Miss Quirrel, for it was she, marched onward towards us all standing before the house. I could now see her eyes and they were fixed upon me. She weaved past all the others, past Father and Mother, whose heads silently turned to follow her as she past and she finally stopped before me. The air was thick with expectation and I swear even the birds stopped trilling. She looked up at me and I opened my eyes wide and weakly smiled at her, then she slapped my face. At once the silence was broken and a chorus of gasps went up. Miss Quirrel turned on her heels and marched away with equal purpose and everyone turned to watch her go in disbelief.
Fanny popped up. "Found it!" she cheerily declared holding up an invisible find.
Thus, my non existent dalliance with the village School Teacher was very publicly over. I suppose I should be grateful.
Maybe I should get me to a Monastery!