Dearest Diary,
Upon my return home I received word of another victory by General Manning and his team of horses. I was also greeted with a freshly made pie. I must declare that I adore such sweets and I shall be right plump in the morning. It is always discouraging that such holidays must come to an end.
The weather however happened to be very considerate of my journey home and not a drop of rain descended upon me. I have again received a letter from Lord Barrymore and he is beginning to sound even more eager to receive word. I am less eager to oblige.
Again I shall look forward to the coming week and to tomorrow...
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