Dearest Diary, Day ten:
No word from Cavendish.
The new Vicar is insistent at calling
upon us and introducing himself. Ghastly little man by all accounts.
Tippi says we ought not upset the clergy and mustn't be rude to them.
Thinks we should have him up for tea. Father's having none of it,
refusing to exchange small-talk over crumpet with a country parson!
Mrs. Pearce found old Bates the
groundsman at the scullery door with a brace of pheasant. Had them
roasted and served with damson stew, a sublime orange marmalade and
indifferent claret. Didn't hear a word from the Major for over an
hour and Pinky declared them quite the finest fowl she had dined upon
all season. Must speak to Bates.
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