| Saturday
Good heavens! What a long time it is since I last put pen to paper. Well, apart from regularly having to write to that dreadful gutter rag, to refute their continual lies about me. Having read the latest edition, I am so enraged to read the trollop's letter in which she libels me in the most reprehensible manner. Still, what else can one expect from a common baggage of her ilk? I think I shall surprise them and not dignify it with a response, I am a gently brought up lady after all. My dear mamma always told me to make allowances for those of the lower orders, who do not have the refinement of persons of quality, such as I. They do not know any better and we must pity them. But all the same, one of these days, I will have my revenge on that uppity madam; I shall bide my time.....
Once again I have found it nigh on impossible to contact my dressmaker. From what I read in the newspaper, it would appear that the fickle girl has forgotten that she has a husband still living and is consorting with another man. I must give her a lecture on morals one of these days, to keep her on the straight and narrow. Hopefully she will take notice, and not end up like one of those dreadful hussies who plague Irvyn (although I am sure he enjoys the attention).
It was very amusing to read of the short-lived "marriage" of one of those frightful Quaintly females. I hear that the wedding cake lasted longer than the marriage, how very entertaining! Although it is a wonder that the groom managed to stay on his feet for long enough to make his vows, the man seems to be permanently intoxicated. |