Wednesday 6th July 1811

Dear Diary,
I am in a worrying state of perturbation. There have been no more enquiries as to the opening here at Knob End.
Harry Balls was here again this morn. I swear I knew it was him even before I opened the door. I could hear the buzzing. I am convinced all is not right with that man, his lack of hygiene aside, but what if he is the only applicant? My arm aches at thought of being forced to handle that scythe once more and those nettle stings have been such a dreadful irritation.
I put my fears aside for a few hours and rode astride Python to Netherton for lunch with the Misses Foster and Dixon. 
Yes! She is back from the Americas. 
It seems that her introduction to Willy Dicker proved fruitless but shortly afterwards she was introduced to a Jeremiah Mason, a maker of twine and they resolved together to make a length of twine that would stretch across the length of Pennsylvania. 
It is now common knowledge that events conspired against the adventurous couple and one dark night whilst lost amongst the forested slopes of the Pocono Mountains Jeremiah met an untimely end, decapitated by a savage and somewhat confused beaver. Miss Dixon fought it off bravely and survived to tell the tale and 'The Mason-Dixon Twine' has now passed into history. Miss Dixon returned triumphant to her homeland and is now quite a celebrity in these parts.
We had a splendid afternoon and I returned home in a much better frame of mind and enjoyed an evenings entertainment from Willow's pink oboe.