Dearest Diary,
At last we return to the topic of most interest in this particular correspondence. Today I was introduced to a gentleman by the name of Sir Andrew. He arrived at the Ashford estate just after breakfast and began to survey the grounds in an attempt to assist in my impending move from Granada. His timing could not have been more perfect as he rescued me from a rather peculiar visitor who had called a slight bit earlier. Sir Andrew was keen to talk about universities he favoured and his tastes in music and theatre. In the course of our visit I discovered his childhood was spent but two shires north of my own. We pleasantly reminisced until once again interrupted by the former visitor.
I am not sure if I shall again make the acquaintance of this Sir Andrew, but I do hope he returns as he declared he might. As for the other visitor, I wonder if you might recall an unusual character by the name of Pat, from a theatrical production some years back. It was known mostly for its initials SNL. Well, this nuissant visitor was not too unlike that character, and I even now, do not know enough to provide you with an accurate description of the visitor. However, I am aware that the individual also experienced an upbringing in the same region of the country that I and Sir Andrew experienced. And thus was the demise of my visit with Sir Andrew.
While I am assured that the visitor, the former, shall return again (to my despair), I rather am hopeful that the visitor, the latter, will indeed return when the rest of the furnishings arrive. Perhaps we shall be privy to that end on the morrow...
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