Dearest Diary,
I am still working to decipher many of the day's events. The misery of a less than perfect condition has prevailed throughout much of the day and were it not for the brevity of the remaining days surrounding the spring lessons, I believe I should excuse myself on the morrow. Fortunately there are but seven days left. I shall muster all my energy and return to work as expected.
The wheel of my carriage that has caused such grief over the past month has again become deformed and I decided at great length to finally replace it with a newer one. When I requested the help of Mr. Jeffrey, it was discovered that the particular model I had requested (at the urging of a friend) was indeed the wrong sort for my carriage. The fortuosity that prevailed was that Mr. Jeffrey was able to hammer out the deformity of the old wheel and place it back properly. Certainly that is what I had wished for from the start. And the sigh of relief from my pocketbook was an amusing sound, much to the detriment of the merchant.
Upon my return home (much later than anticipated), it was discovered that Lady Pigeon had managed to escape from the estate to the lakes in the back where she was then confined until we had all arrived home. She seemed quite unharmed apart from a certain rasp in her voice. I suspect she had begged admittance more than once in our absence.
While I do not consider the whole of the day to be a catastrophe, I do hope for something better on the morrow...
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