Myself and dear Albert are not speaking, due to my having shot him last night. I was aiming for Bertie, useless boy moved. At present Albert has shut himself away in his study and is playing mournful tunes upon his harmonium.
The vicissitudes of marriage and parenthood are weighing heavily upon me at the moment, so I think that I will travel to London tomorrow and spend a very great amount of money on trinkets, that always makes me feel better.
I have to go now as Albert's musical interlude is causing my dogs to howl. Stupid dogs.
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