Dearest Diary,
I am deeply sorry for my neglect to honour a most beloved friend yesterday on the day of his birth. Mr. Disney can surely forgive me, for that is the sort of gentleman that he is. Nevertheless, I apologize, Mr. Disney, and do hope that you shall invite me back to your estate very soon. I have need of its cheer and healing fragrances.
We continue to close in on the Christmas holidays and although I fancied myself more free this week, I cannot help but find need once again to write reminders to myself on parchment that cannot be misplaced this time. There is much to anticipate. However, I cannot deny that I spent the chief of the evening doing ever so much of nothing, so do not allow me to complain in the days to come when I attempt to persuade you that there is too little time to accomplish my tasks. Remind me, ever so gently, of the time I spent in waste this evening. (Though perhaps I might argue that the rest and relaxation obtained from such "wastefulness" were much more to my favour).
I am hopeful this evening as I count the lessons remaining, that in the course of escorting the eldest Miss Lindsay back to the south of the country in only a fortnight, that I might also enjoy the company of a most beloved aunt on such a journey. It appears there is the slightest bit of hope that she might afford a visit at Christmas.
And I have begun to write of the most extraordinary encounters this evening that I hope might some day be published for your entertainment. For now, however, I must return to you again on the morrow...
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