September is an odd month, isn’t it? The weather can either be as hot as July or as cold as a November evening.
Last Sunday was my half-day off and me being me, I decided to make the most of the decent weather while it lasts. Soon enough I’m sure we’ll all be stuck grumbling about the cold and huddled around the fire in the servants’ hall.
I didn’t see Ma and Pa as I often do on my half-day. Instead I thought I would escape from the servants’ quarters and go off on a jolly. Sometimes I’m so caught up in polishing this, folding that, scurrying after whats-his-name that I forget all about the estate.
But it’s a bloomin’ beautiful place,
specialy especially when the sun is low like this.
Right, signing off now as I can hear Mr Prosser’s footsteps down the corridor.