Dearest Diary,
Some time ago, I had promised that I would put my cooking talents to use with a new recipe from time to time. Tonight I realized that it was the final day for such a goal and so I hurriedly arranged a small dinner party. Among the guests were my youngest brother, my mother and father, and the relative of a rumoured-to-be pirate. The recipe I found in a small cooking publication that declared the combination of beef and potatoes to be a casserole of "Shipwreck" design. I found it quite fitting that the other young lady didst attend.
Most of the guests smiled favourably on the outcome and I am eager to repeat such a dish in the future. As for my disdain for my own health, I have decided to feel ill no longer. Whatever means to encroach upon my living, I shall no longer see that it hinders me. I henceforth intend to be impressively healthy.
As part of such a declaration, I again gave leave to my horseless horse for some exercise. I'm not sure what they're calling such a contraption, but it has two wheels and is propelled by some sort of pedal. I'm afraid it is not of the most ladylike design, for traveling side-saddle on such a "horse" is nearly impossible. But it is tremendously favourable to so many I've heard.
Perhaps you shall take a ride with me tomorrow...
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