What a long day it has been. When I woke this morning, I noticed that Mia had not come to bed. I thought this odd and went to look for her. I found her in the kitchen, making breakfast with the cheff. This, to me was most peculiar, since she has never been interested in cooking a day of her life, as I have known her. She told me to go out into the livingroom and fetch the letter from yesterday. After reading thru, I took her to our room and gave her a glass of gin. An hour later, she had fallen asleap and I had called for Derek. The nature of the letter was simple, yet unpleasant. It would seem that Mia’s father has passed away. She had not been able to sleap all night and when she awoke again, Derek had finaly come. I left them in privacy for an hour in my office while I had myself a glass of wisky from my personal cabinet. I feel I am going to miss the man. He was truly a grate man, always seeing the best in people, always kind and caring. I must prepare a burial speatch now. This is not exactly the new year I had planed. When Mia saw mw going to my desk just a moment ago to wright just this, she pointed out that I should wright more every day. Aperantly she wants to keep track of both the fact that I am wrighting and what I am wrighting. Read as mutch as you want, my love. You know that I do not have any secrets to share to anyone else than you. I am sorry, dear diary, but you will have to prove yourself as a trusty companion before I start telling you my secrets.
The will after William will be read this Friday. I will try to arrange it so that we can have it here, at the mantion.
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