Sir, Following a dispute with the local milliner, I find myself without anyone to repair the hat I wear for Sunday best. Maid Elly offers to help, she has previously worked in such a role. My hat is returned with a remarkable velour, and many did whisper nudes
Sir, While we spend this cold miserable month waiting for lazy staff to light the fire, I am very much anticipating the warmer months. I have booked miss Leonara Larkin to perform her one-lady adaptation of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the summer ho
Sir, In another place there has been a discussion of ladies with rings piercing their nipples (please pardon my French) in the manner of a ring through the nose of a bullock. It is to my dismay that I do not have any illustrations of such, but I did find
Sir, Lady B___ returns from visiting Lady Cunningham, where they daily have music played during luncheon. I am instructed to make this happen also, thus I interview local minstrels. One lady catches my eye. She is perhaps not so musical, but I feel I cou
Sir, The past 12 days has seen our private club gain 3,000 new members. I note that, following my story regarding the maid who was pissing in my hat, we lost 18 members. I apologise for my most vulgar report, and in penance I would like to share a work o
Sir, In readiness for the feast of St Stephen, I do restock the wine cellar. Maid Elsie do assist. In the course of our work, we do both sample a little wine, brandy and port. Reclining with ease, Elsie declares it "most fine", and I do very much agree
Sir, An unusual chill for an early September eve, and so I to my study where a glass of port and some educational literature soon warms the heart and brain. I note some fine fashions from the past - 1794 ! - and wonder how we have lost our way in these p
Sir, I write in haste and with some little secrecy; located as I am upon a straw paillasse within the boathouse. I unexpectedly found myself in the presence of a disrobed maid. I have yet to provide an explanation which might quell the ire of Lady B___.
Sir, Over luncheon the Lady of the house sees fit to take me to task. She claims that my letter to the Postmaster is unwarranted for the new Postman is a fine upstanding young fellow. I note that he did deliver a telegram this morning with some urgency.
