| Monday:
I was most annoyed to read in the news that my dressmaker has been shot with an arrow by some ne'er-do-well. She was supposed to deliver my new gowns this week, so I suppose I shall have to wait now, until she is back at her work. Really, this is most inconvenient; just as I wanted to be ready for the celebrations now that the lunatic Father Antos appears to have been killed. Still, some things in life are sent to try us. I suppose I should send her some flowers, but then again, a length of cloth may be more useful, especially if I need some more clothes urgently in the future, then she will have the fabric already. And flowers really are wasted on the lower orders.
I read today that one of those frightful Quaintly women has been arrested for brawling in the street. I believe it is the vulgar, thrusting one, rather than the simpering milksop with the unfeasibly large chest. Still, bad blood will out, as they say. Good breeding is so rare these days. One would never find a lady such as myself, conducting herself in such a hoydenish manner in public. |