Dearest Diary,
Another birthday makes an appearance today and I hope that the gentleman is celebrating with enthusiasm. Mr. Dodd and I are longtime friends and have celebrated together on many occasions. Would that I were with him today to celebrate. At any rate, Mr. Dodd, if you are reading, I wish you the best on your special day.
As for the remainder of the day, I did lunch with my sister as promised and Father proved to be most enlightening in our conversations. Upon my return to the estate, it became imperative that the wheel of my carriage be given its due examination, but it failed to perform well on such a test. The gentleman whom I had hoped might pound it back in to shape in fact refused to give it his attention, stating the law forbade him. Instead, I purchased a substance known to help in such matters and returned to Father's estate for his assistance. I am one single girl with a dreadful propensity for carriage ailments. And as Ms. Austen might remark, it is one very great argument in favour of matrimony. Nevertheless, my wheel has been nursed along for some time, and I shall hope to continue to do the same, in spite of the law.
A different sort of week, however, begins tomorrow...
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