Dearest Diary,
Following the weekly services this morning I attended a small recital by the American, Mr. Crosby. I have told you before, dear Diary, how I adore his recitals and am quite pleased that he has taken to performing them each Lord's Day.
It is no secret that I have been preparing for the move to Ashford and today the greater portion of furnishings arrived. Lady Pigeon and I now rest comfortably upon the setee rather than sitting upon the floor. It is much more to our liking! I am eager for you to see the completed parlour. I feel quite at home.
Oh! And that matter I spoke of yesterday, it appears to be growing in excitement with each passing day. Perhaps you will be privy to its contents on the morrow.
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