I have had little time to think, much less write over the past few days, as
every spare moment has been taken up with my fast approaching visit. I am
rather glad really, as it has meant that the time passed more quickly than
it might otherwise have done, and if there is one thing I cannot stand, it
is waiting. Impatience is not a good quality to possess I know, but at
least I can admit to myself that I suffer from it, and I do try to keep it
in check, which is more than some people even attempt. I really see little
else that I can do, and I can only hope that the hold it has over me will
decrease as I grow older.
Where packing and preparations are concerned there have been moments when I thought I would never be organised in time, Mother, as was to be expected, has been fussing continually over just about everything. She has had poor Suzy in tears more times than I can count now over the most trifling matters, and I really do feel quite sorry for the poor girl. She will not be accompanying me as William and Caroline have enough help to see to my needs as well as their own, and I fear that the next week or so will not be easy for her without me to cover up the many mistakes that she will no doubt make. But there is nothing I can do about that apart from vow to be extra nice to her on my return and try to put in a good word with Mother if she should choose to complain about her too much. It may sound selfish of me, but I will let nothing at this moment cloud the excitement I am feeling over this wonderful opportunity to do as I please for a few days.
I have just been reading over some of my previous entries in this diary whilst waiting for William's carriage to arrive, and it has made me think upon something that the stresses of trying to plan for a trip had quite forced from my mind. I see now that I was worrying quite unnecessarily over the note that I sent to Archie, I have received no further reply which only confirms my belief that he would read no more into it than the politeness which I intended those words to convey. There is no need to think on the matter further and as it is rather unlikely that I will see him again I shall push him and the entire incident from my mind.
Where packing and preparations are concerned there have been moments when I thought I would never be organised in time, Mother, as was to be expected, has been fussing continually over just about everything. She has had poor Suzy in tears more times than I can count now over the most trifling matters, and I really do feel quite sorry for the poor girl. She will not be accompanying me as William and Caroline have enough help to see to my needs as well as their own, and I fear that the next week or so will not be easy for her without me to cover up the many mistakes that she will no doubt make. But there is nothing I can do about that apart from vow to be extra nice to her on my return and try to put in a good word with Mother if she should choose to complain about her too much. It may sound selfish of me, but I will let nothing at this moment cloud the excitement I am feeling over this wonderful opportunity to do as I please for a few days.
I have just been reading over some of my previous entries in this diary whilst waiting for William's carriage to arrive, and it has made me think upon something that the stresses of trying to plan for a trip had quite forced from my mind. I see now that I was worrying quite unnecessarily over the note that I sent to Archie, I have received no further reply which only confirms my belief that he would read no more into it than the politeness which I intended those words to convey. There is no need to think on the matter further and as it is rather unlikely that I will see him again I shall push him and the entire incident from my mind.