Dearest Diary,
After accompanying friends to the services this morning we were able to dine at a rather rustic inn before the rain set in heavily. It was the sort of rain that one does not wish to travel in, but I was nevertheless obliged to return to the county Polk before nightfall. The carriage ride home proved most uncomfortable. The evening was spent engaged in dinner with Mother and Father and the eldest Miss Lindsay, followed by a lengthy stroll with Lady Pigeon and a delightful confection given me by the youngest Mr. Lindsay.
I quite regret the enormity of drowsiness that has fallen upon me this evening as it is the sort of week when one does not require an early bedtime. There are, however a few items of importance that must be tended to on the morrow...
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