Wednesday 1st October 1808

Dear Diary,
I was alone in the dining room this afternoon after lunch. Everyone else had excused themselves and retreated to continue to lead their normal lives.
Ned came in to clear the plates.
"It's a big day tomorrow," he whispered.
"Ned, can I be frank with you?" I asked.
"Of course," he smiled as he collected up the dishes.
"I am absolutely terrified and I am trusting that you will be ready to make your move at the right moment." I confessed.
He paused in his task and looked at me sympathetically and then resting a hand upon my shoulder, with a squeeze, said;
"Don't worry Frank. Everything is going to be fine."