H.R.H. Victoria

My plans for the 'Peasants' Festival' have been completed, it is to be held on August 30th. My kitchen staff are to cook a 'barbecue' on the beach here at Osborne, Mr. Brown, as mentioned before, has kindly volunteered to ensure that there is no unruly behaviour.

Our idiot son Bertie is very keen to attend, he believes that this occasion will provide the opportunity to associate with numerous young women from the local populace. His intentions may however be thwarted, as Albert has acquired a quantity of bromide from the local pharmacy, it is planned to discreetly apply this to his beverages.

Myself and dear Albert have not been able to help but notice that our once genteel and secluded retreat, in which we were attended by only some one hundred servants, has been open to the hoi polloi for some considerable time, since 1904 we believe. This simply is not good enough!. They arrive in horseless carriages, charabancs and transportation of all kinds. Once they have gained admittance to our beautiful home they waste no time at all in displaying behaviour of a most disagreeable nature. Dear God, they even enter our bedroom!. Tonight I will ensure that Albert utilises his ingenious door locking device to prevent any unwarranted intrusions.

I have to go now as a young woman called Mary Ann Nichols has just arrived, complaining bitterly that she was most brutally murdered by my grandson Eddie. Stupid girl.

H.R.H. Victoria

A most tumultuous evening spent trying to convince Miss Nichols that Eddie was not responsible for her premature demise. She however remains unconvinced and is threatening to sue for malfeasance, to wit murder. She really is an extremely unpleasant young woman.

She claims that she can identify Eddie as her assailant as she got a good look at him whilst he was plunging a large dagger into her abdomen. I will have to consult with my legal advisors tomorrow.

I have to go now as my son Leopold has just died from a brain haemorrhage ..... again, he does it for attention. Stupid boy.