Dearest Diary,
My devoted hound and I returned moments ago from a rather lengthy turn about the estate. We have missed such recreation for several days and I am delighted we were able to return to such a routine. At present I am enjoying tea with Miss Gilmore and her beloved mother. Their appetites amuse me exceedingly and encourage a rather gluttonous behaviour in oneself that I would not ordinarily condone. In their company, however, I often do make an exception.
I have no new acquaintances to speak of today for I am convinced that entertaining after trifling with one's occupation can be a very tiresome business. It is fortunate that Saturday arrives from time to time.
It is unfortunate, however, that it does not arrive tomorrow...
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