(a/n – the end hath come)
Hyacinth
Dear Diary,
Sometimes one wonders what on Earth goes on in the minds of other people. Today, Richard and I were unfortunate enough to witness Onslow in a vest in public. I was attempting to find the perfect brochures to display on the coffee table amongst my Royal Daulton with the hand-painted periwinkles when I host my candlelight supper and musical soiree this evening. Which reminds me, I must ask Richard which dress he believes suits the occasion the most if I am to sing a concoction of the old favourites which Sheridan loves so dearly. I wonder how Sheridan is doing at university? He mentioned going to a party with Tarquin and a couple of other friends. He would like me to wear my black dress, I do feel. Yes, I shall wear that dress. He would be proud of his Mummy's table arrangement. When Elizabeth saw it earlier, she staggered in delight! She does have a keen eye for tables, even if she ruins mine with her clumsy nature. She and Emmet are so close as siblings, one wonders how she can tolerate him being so close. Saying that, he is more dignified than Daisy or Rose, and whilst Violet is nice, and owns a swimming pool, sauna and has room for a pony, Bruce is a little wayward I fear. Alas, I should be getting ready now. As the Lady of the House, my etiquette must be perfect for these occasions. I am famous for them.
(a/n – yes I have decided to end this fic. It wasn't really going anywhere and I feel that before I move on with some of my fics I should probably thank the readers of the neglected ones with a final update. So thank you, it has been a blast.)