Dearest Diary,
I find I am not immune to the ailments that have plagued the schoolchildren for some time now. It appears I have contracted a bit of a cold. I dare say it is even more than a bit. I have such redness around my nose that could easily be mistaken for some type of berry, I fear. I do hope that such an illness passes quickly. I should not like to be in such a state for a most anticipated birthday.
Is it possible that I have mentioned the holiday that is forthcoming? I do not speak of the day devoted to the beloved Saint Patrick, nor do I wish to commemorate the coming of Spring. Instead, I am chiefly referring to a day which celebrates me. Perhaps such arrogance is not to be borne, but in complete honesty, can you declare that you do not celebrate your own birthday with such vigour and excitement? I thought not. Therefore, I propose that next Sunday, you shall have a spot of cake in my honor.
This Sunday, however was spent at church where I happened to see two eligible bachelors that seem to frequent the parish and are often seated in the same pew. The other two seemingly unaccompanied gentlemen were new to me. I spoke to none of them, however and instead took my leave immediately after the services to attend tea with Mother and Father.
Perhaps tomorrow shall be different...
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