Monday

Monday 25th July 1811

Dear Diary,
We were up with the lark and packed our bags into the phaeton. Ned and Titty came to bid us farewell. He is to busy himself with his erection whilst we are away.
As we finally set off  he called out,
"Say hello to all the Queens!" 
But I was looking past him for one last look at my Knob End and there, to my horror, sat in the parlour window was that fiendish rodent. The same one I was sure had gone to Far Corfe. 
I could swear it was waving at me!
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I cried all down the drive.

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