The Ashford Estate is certainly in a bit of disrepair, but it is cleaning up nicely. There is a covey of kitchen help that has come with the estate, but it looks as though I will be looking for a replacement for some of them. I mean no disrespect to the particular girl who washes the dishes except that she is rather odourous. And I haven't yet been able to inspect the ovens. There is a gentleman coming on Thursday in order to examine the flooring and determine what is to be done in that regard. Meanwhile, I have not decided whether Lady Pigeon shall be traveling with me to the estate until all matters are settled to my satisfaction. I had originally thought she shall remain at the Granada estate, however tomorrow is the day she turns twelve years of age, and I cannot fathom leaving her for many hours on such a day. Twelve years is a great many for a dog of her breed and I believe the old girl remains in pretty good health. If she remains at our present residence, she should certainly expect a bit of cake when I return. If you, dear Diary, are the sort who thinks ill of one feeding her canine a bit of cake, then I suspect you will not pass judgment on me in this case. Every girl needs a bit of cake from time to time. And I look forward to mine on the morrow...
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