My head still hurts a little this morning. Joyce gave me some Chamomile tea to soothe it. Cassie really was very naughty not to have warned me about that ice tea she bought me last night. She seems to find it very amusing that I danced with those strange gentlemen. (Who were they I wonder? The lack of a dance card left me somewhat at a disadvantage ( Read more... )

I feel so young and well again, since speaking to William and have a great yearning to go dancing once more. I have scoured the gossip columns but no-one seems to be throwing a Coming-out Ball. Besides, one would need an invitation. . . *sigh*

*Takes up embroidery once more*

My soul is now content. I knew that William was sorry for what he did. In his usual loving way, he tried to share with me what he thought was a wonderful gift - the gift of eternal life and freedom from physical pain and suffering. I was not ungrateful, merely no longer there. He recognised that fact; that I was gone, that what replaced me was a ( Read more... )

I have such exciting news. I have finally been granted access to my own dial up facility. While I await receipt of the relevant paperwork, I am trying to summarise some of my diary entries. I watched with much pain Spike's struggle with his soul. I could not make myself heard above all those other voices to help him. I was much relieved when SHE ( Read more... )

Thanks to the intervention of HER mother, (Joyce, is such a lovely soul) the Powers-that-be have granted my request for this new method of keeping a diary. All mothers should be granted such blessings so that they might share their thoughts with their beloved children. The old saying is true, William; God is an Englishman, and a gentleman to boot ( Read more... )