Dearest Diary,
After breakfast this morning I took my phaeton and ponies into the marketplace to purchase a present for my saintly mother in honor of her birthday. There was a particular merchant that I visited that I have since decided I should like to return to quite often. The gentleman's name, I believe was Ross. Apparently he is not only a tailor but also peddles curtains and furniture and shoes. If he knew much of hats and bonnets, I would consider him my best friend. But Mr. Ross certainly helped outfit me for the celebration this evening. And I may in fact pay him another visit on the morrow.
Meanwhile, I then spent the afternoon at my Father's estate and of course, dining out. We were quite a large party though and most inns had trouble finding space for us. We did manage to find, however, a cozy eaterie that made delectable steaks. Again I attended the Sunday services a day early, but was not met with any former criminals on this occasion. Still, many an eligible bachelor did also attend.
As for the lateness of hour, I suppose it's time I away to my quarters for the evening. I shall speak to you again on the morrow...
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