Dearest Diary,
I fear I have once again been absent these thirteen days. Nevertheless, I return to you this evening with the anticipation of great Happiness. I have spoken to you before of Monsieur Buble, but I had ne'er expected that I might again make his acquaintance. And while the promise of such a meeting is yet two months off, I am overjoyed at the thought. I am hopeful he might delight us with an advent hymn or two on the occasion being at such a time of year, but he has not promised such entertainment. I can only expect a small recital and perhaps a kiss on the hand if we are to be so fortunate. The eldest Miss Lindsay and I simply adore his company.
Additionally, I have the good fortune of recreating a visit to the theatre which I had taken last November. A most beloved tale of Christmas is to arrive in the peninsula only days before I away to the lake regions for the visit with Monsieur Buble. I am a girl to be envied.
Perhaps even more so on the morrow...
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