Dearest Diary,
I have at present become modestly drowsy after taking such a turn about the gardens. My afternoon recreation was more than I have endeavored to achieve for more than a few fortnights. But I have resolved to travel an unseemly distance in the coming year. And today, I have taken my first step.
This is imperative because as I advance on in years, it is becoming apparent that the gentlemen who find my favour are becoming more eager for the favour of the misses quite my junior. If I should wish to capture their attention, I must take care to concern myself with my figure.
As I can no more so afford a cook, as I can ride a horse, I am resigned to do my own preparations for tea in the days to come. This requires that today's journeys should involve a trip to the marketplace where a girl of marrying age, like myself, might hope to bump into a gentleman of similar fortitude.
If not today, then perhaps tomorrow...
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