Thursday 5th June 1808

Dear Diary,
I have been sleeping better since my conversations with Dr Cojones but this morning I awoke with a slight headache. The glorious weather of recent days was gone and the sky was overcast. As the day progressed the intensity of the ache in my head increased and the sky darkened with heavy clouds.
"Wine, I 'beliebe' we should forego our walk today. I think there will be an 'estorm' and I do not wish to get my moustache wet," he whimpered.
However, I glimpsed him in the garden later with Mrs Norris and noticed his moustache appeared slightly crooked when he re-entered the Grange sometime afterwards.
Father had acquired theatre tickets for the evening. Dr Cojones and Mrs Norris accompanied us and we travelled by coach to Netherton. The ache in my head was almost blinding and I wished I was abed.
"I am a great lover of the Arts," declared Mrs Norris as we journeyed.
"Hab you eber considered performing upon the 'estage' yourself?" cooed Bigas.
I doubted it would be able to take the weight but remained taciturn. Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder which startled us all. The rain poured down for the rest of the journey to Netherton as the storm broke around us.
The play was dull and Dr Cojones fell asleep in the second act despite the thunder outside which drowned out some of the speeches. He slowly slipped down in his seat until his head came to rest upon Mrs Norris's shoulder. Seeing her discomfort and attempts to shuffle him off were far more entertaining than the thespians treading the boards.
We emerged to a starry sky. The clouds had lifted and I noticed my headache was gone. I was smiling for the first time in many days as we journeyed home. I felt as if all danger had past and all would now be well.