Dearest Diary,
I feel I have been a bit dishonest with you as of late. It was never my intention, but the information I have given you, has rather turned out to be false. Only this morning I advised you that I would be delivering some furnishings to Ashford this afternoon, and yet I must admit that I did not. In fact, I spent the chief of the day sitting comfortably upon the setee in my Mother and Father's estate. I even afforded an unscheduled nap.
The other item on which you were misinformed is our journey to the north of the country. I had every intention of departing on our Lord's Day, however after further consideration, Sister and I elected to stay behind and hire a carriage in the early morning on Thursday. The hounds were of course in favour of this particular choice.
After a short visit with the Mr. Disneys this evening, we are at last come home and are enjoying some late evening wafers. I shall most certainly regret it on the morrow.
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