Wednesday 24th September 1808

Dear Diary,
How sometimes I wish I were not me.
I receive disapproving stares from everyone where'er I go. Even Ned said "How could you Mr Austen?"
"It just slipped out," I moaned.
"Yes, and into my Titty," he scowled.
"What are you talking about?" I said. "You don't think I am actually the father of the child!"
"Well, you said you were." He looked confused.
"I made it up, on the spur of the moment, you buffoon! To prevent them from taking your baby away!"
Mrs Norris and Mother were in conference most of the day. I suspect they are trying to avoid the scandal getting out.
"Well, if that Fanny Tickler opens her mouth as easily as her legs," said Ned, "you're buggered!"
I took some air in the garden and was discovered by Reverend Peacock.
"I have just come from speaking with Mrs Norris and your Mother, Mr Austen." He smiled, kindly and then dropped his eyes from my face, shyly.
"I would like to marry you Mr Austen."
I was stunned. I could not believe my ears. My heart was beating wildly. I reached out and grasped his arm and tried to regulate my breathing.
"I am truly flattered, Mr Peacock. Oh, if only you could." I breathed.
"Well, I can," he said. "All we need is you and Titty. She is the mother isn't she? And I am allowed to conduct a wedding you know."