Armiger failed to take me to the aforementioned Ball and I am still pouting about the non-adventure. Secondly, this resulted in some misbehaviour over the weekend and as a punishment Mother refused to introduce me to the latest suitor. I thought that I wouldn't care and appreciate the time to wallow in self-pity, but it seems that my curiosity had been piqued and I wanted to see what eligible bachelor had met my Mother's approval.
But no such luck.
On a more positive note I have become a dab hand in the kitchen at making truffles. They are a wonderfully rich dessert and I have been experimenting with different flavours and textures. It gives me something to do while everyone else is enjoying life and I am trapped at home.
I know I'm being melodramatic, but that's the whole point.
Yet tomorrow I acquire freedom! To see the nun whose friendship I value ever so highly, brings a smile to my face. Although I shall only venture to the Coast for a few days I know that we will have much to talk about (the priest) and some beautiful songs to play on the harpsichord. Truly, I have been looking forward to this journey for weeks now! I doubt that I'll meet anyone new though... For how can a nun socialise acceptably?!
Speaking of socialising, I did accidentally bump into an old acquaintance... The Peacock gentleman must have been doing the rounds for he raised his plumage when I saw him walk through the gardens. We shared the obligatory flirtations, but nothing untoward occurred; I was, at this stage, still expecting to meet my Mother's advocate. But now that I have been excused, refused and abandoned (or at least that's how I feel) I might create some havoc... When I've returned from the Coast that is.