Dearest Diary,
Would that weekends were full of the sort of rest I should require on this particular weekend. Unfortunately, they are not. I do not consider today to have been one of leisure on any account, but I do admit to having a bit of fun during a rare evening foxhunt. I was not the first, nor the third to track down such an animal, but I was not unsuccessful entirely. I believe there were some high points of such activity.
It might please you to query the eldest Mr. Lindsay or even the youngest on the occasion. You might even query Mrs. Lindsay for she did also participate. I do find that although we are not familiar with the literature concerning a certain Rocky Horror, we were quite adept at tracking down many other foxes in the evening. Perhaps next year we shall be somewhat more successful in the former half of the hunt.
And if you can imagine such a thing, I shall be prevailed upon to inform you of a certain meeting with a man who makes a practice of dressing in iron. But that is tomorrow...
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