I am so sick and tired of Mia’s behavior. She has locked herself in her room. She says it is because of me. What did I do? She can’t be serious, can she? I have not done anything to provoke her and still, this! I bet it is because of what happened to Jonah. She will never admit it, I’m sure, but there is something fishy going on between them. Friends? Don’t make me laugh. The way they have been spending their time lately, I wouldn’t be surprised if she fell in love with the man one of these days.
I asked Francis what he thought of the situation, but as usual, he took no sides in it. He rarely has any strong opinions about anything.
tirsdag 14. februar 2012
February 12. 1860. Sunday
There has been an accident in the kitchen today. One of the novices has managed to, accidentally of course, cut the chef in a fall. The poor boy held the knife in his hand while slipping on something on the floor. The chef was not too badly wounded, neither was the boy and no grudge has come of it.
The chef’s name is Jonah Peg. I do not believe I have told you this befo…
Quick note to self: again, Jarrod, this book is a book. It does not have human sense.
The doctor has suggested that Jonah stays out of the kitchen for about a week to prevent any unnecessary inflammation. It also helps that he works in the kitchen. Who really wants their food covered in germs from a fresh wound in healing?
Mia was especially on edge today. She was obviously worried for him, but to my opinion, she shows him a little more concern than what is acceptable. After all, he is just our chef.
I can’t help but feel like this was a good thing. Now, maybe Mia can concentrate a bit more about me, her husband. I really miss being near her. It has been far too long.
The chef’s name is Jonah Peg. I do not believe I have told you this befo…
Quick note to self: again, Jarrod, this book is a book. It does not have human sense.
The doctor has suggested that Jonah stays out of the kitchen for about a week to prevent any unnecessary inflammation. It also helps that he works in the kitchen. Who really wants their food covered in germs from a fresh wound in healing?
Mia was especially on edge today. She was obviously worried for him, but to my opinion, she shows him a little more concern than what is acceptable. After all, he is just our chef.
I can’t help but feel like this was a good thing. Now, maybe Mia can concentrate a bit more about me, her husband. I really miss being near her. It has been far too long.
fredag 10. februar 2012
February 10. 1860. Friday
My head hurts today. I should not have drunk that last glass of wine. Yes, it tasted wonderfully, but the taste was not worth it. Francis says it’s called a “hangover” by the local chaps. Well, in that case, I am very well hung.
torsdag 9. februar 2012
February 9. 1860. Thursday
I dined at the Farywol’s today. They are at the top of the local high class in Hobsford and I went there for dinner today. Mia didn’t come, no matter how much I tried. It occurred to me immediately that Mr Farywol is a very short man. If i was a child, I would recognize him as a fairytale dwarf, but the man was the most delightfull host I have ever seen. It was really a pitty that Mia didn’t come.
He asked me at once, not to call him Mr Farywol. That seemed to him, to stiff. He wanted me to ither call him Ferdinand or Fery. Most of his closest friends called him Fery, as an inside joke amongst friends. I, on the other hand started calling him Ferdinand to begin with. His wife, however insisted in being called Mrs Farywol. We didn’t speak much, as it seemed to me, she didn’t really enjoy either mine or Ferdinand’s company.
We had beef for dinner, and I must say that their chef is really superb. We talked about William for a while, yet it didn’t seem like he had known William that well. “Old Willie.” He called him. “he was a business connection of mine. Not much more, really.” Again, this does not slide into the picture I have of William. When we reached the point in the conversation where what they had been traiding came up, he just answered with “services.” Witch was all he said before changing topic.
The night went on and we had a few drinks. When it was time for me to leave, he told me to send my condolences to both Mia and Derek. I wonder if he ever met them in person.
He asked me at once, not to call him Mr Farywol. That seemed to him, to stiff. He wanted me to ither call him Ferdinand or Fery. Most of his closest friends called him Fery, as an inside joke amongst friends. I, on the other hand started calling him Ferdinand to begin with. His wife, however insisted in being called Mrs Farywol. We didn’t speak much, as it seemed to me, she didn’t really enjoy either mine or Ferdinand’s company.
We had beef for dinner, and I must say that their chef is really superb. We talked about William for a while, yet it didn’t seem like he had known William that well. “Old Willie.” He called him. “he was a business connection of mine. Not much more, really.” Again, this does not slide into the picture I have of William. When we reached the point in the conversation where what they had been traiding came up, he just answered with “services.” Witch was all he said before changing topic.
The night went on and we had a few drinks. When it was time for me to leave, he told me to send my condolences to both Mia and Derek. I wonder if he ever met them in person.
tirsdag 7. februar 2012
February 7. 1860. Tuesday
I have taken the opportunity to look around once more in this enormous castle. There are still places I have not been to. This place is massive! I doubt I will ever really see all of its wonders. I went up into a few of the smaller towers and around the outer wall. I noticed some doors that needed care and some bars that needed to be changed, but other than that, nothing special. I will report this to the blacksmith so that he can make the parts needed and make the new doors. I think three bared doors and too wooden doors needs attention, if I remember correctly. William seems to have neglected major parts of the castle. I find this odd. He was one of the tidiest people I have ever known. This place seems to be determined to change my view of the man completely. As I see it now, with my “old” view of him, William could never have lived here.
As usual, Mia spent the day in her room or in the kitchen today. Not to sound overly paranoid, but she is spending a great deal of time with the chef. It almost seems like she doesn’t do anything other than being with him or reading nowadays. It is starting to irritate me.
As usual, Mia spent the day in her room or in the kitchen today. Not to sound overly paranoid, but she is spending a great deal of time with the chef. It almost seems like she doesn’t do anything other than being with him or reading nowadays. It is starting to irritate me.
mandag 6. februar 2012
February 6. 1860. Monday
The last few days have been disappointing, all in all.
The day before yesterday, Mia and I went in to town to see some traveling performers. They did all kinds of things, like juggling, dancing, spitting flames. I was convinced that this would amuse her and make the silence between us change. At first, it did. All went splendid. All until the puppetshow started. The plot of the small child’s play was quite simple. Prince goes out to find and rescue the lost princess from the evil magician in the big castle. But during the story, right when the villain entered for the first time, disaster came. The villains name was William. What was worse was that he even looked like her father. And to top it all off, he had a son. An apprentice, named Derek. When this became clear to the both of us, we froze on our seats. We have not yet spoken of it, and I suspect we never will. We just sat there as the villain William marched thru the halls of his castle, in and out of secret passages to escape the prince.
Later that day, she locked herself in her room. She was angry at me and all the way home from the carnival she made sure that was clear to me. The chef went to her room with supper that day. When he got down again, he passed me. It turned out Mia had broken the plate after eating so the chef had to clean it up before he could come down. I was wondering why it took so long.
Yesterday was no different. She was still cross with me and even when I, personally, went to her room with food, she did not say anything more than a cold “thank you.”
For that reason, I had time to reflect then on the puppet show we had seen the day before. I realized that what I had not noticed as much the day before was that the crowd laughed along thru all the villain scenes. And this was not a laugh you can hear from people that has just seen something funny. They recognized something in the villain character. It is an absurd thought, I know that. William was a caring and strong man. The villain was coldblooded and cruel, both to his son and the villagers in the play. If they really knew William, they would never have done such a thing! Especially since that same man had just died, not a month ago.
But it is all delusions, I am sure! William was a kind man. I remember him clearly still from his letters and the last time we met six years ago.
Today, Mia got out at last. She still does not say much, but spends her time in the library, reading about the castle and Hobsford history. I have received an invite from one of the local gentlemen in town for dinner and a cup of tea. I accepted and will go there in a few days time. When I asked Mia to come, she refused on the spot, saying “I do not wish to be bored any further with your clearly horrible ideas of entertanement for me.” Then she shut the door in my face.
If there is anything I have learned, being married to this woman, it is that women have a unique skill of exaggeration and psychological torture.
The day before yesterday, Mia and I went in to town to see some traveling performers. They did all kinds of things, like juggling, dancing, spitting flames. I was convinced that this would amuse her and make the silence between us change. At first, it did. All went splendid. All until the puppetshow started. The plot of the small child’s play was quite simple. Prince goes out to find and rescue the lost princess from the evil magician in the big castle. But during the story, right when the villain entered for the first time, disaster came. The villains name was William. What was worse was that he even looked like her father. And to top it all off, he had a son. An apprentice, named Derek. When this became clear to the both of us, we froze on our seats. We have not yet spoken of it, and I suspect we never will. We just sat there as the villain William marched thru the halls of his castle, in and out of secret passages to escape the prince.
Later that day, she locked herself in her room. She was angry at me and all the way home from the carnival she made sure that was clear to me. The chef went to her room with supper that day. When he got down again, he passed me. It turned out Mia had broken the plate after eating so the chef had to clean it up before he could come down. I was wondering why it took so long.
Yesterday was no different. She was still cross with me and even when I, personally, went to her room with food, she did not say anything more than a cold “thank you.”
For that reason, I had time to reflect then on the puppet show we had seen the day before. I realized that what I had not noticed as much the day before was that the crowd laughed along thru all the villain scenes. And this was not a laugh you can hear from people that has just seen something funny. They recognized something in the villain character. It is an absurd thought, I know that. William was a caring and strong man. The villain was coldblooded and cruel, both to his son and the villagers in the play. If they really knew William, they would never have done such a thing! Especially since that same man had just died, not a month ago.
But it is all delusions, I am sure! William was a kind man. I remember him clearly still from his letters and the last time we met six years ago.
Today, Mia got out at last. She still does not say much, but spends her time in the library, reading about the castle and Hobsford history. I have received an invite from one of the local gentlemen in town for dinner and a cup of tea. I accepted and will go there in a few days time. When I asked Mia to come, she refused on the spot, saying “I do not wish to be bored any further with your clearly horrible ideas of entertanement for me.” Then she shut the door in my face.
If there is anything I have learned, being married to this woman, it is that women have a unique skill of exaggeration and psychological torture.
søndag 5. februar 2012
February 3. 1860. Friday
Dear diary. Nothing special has happened the last few days. I have maniaged to keep this diary for a whole month now, so that is something to mention. Only eleven to go.
Mia has been difficult to get the hold of the last few days. At times, I do not even know if she is stil at the castle or not, and when we talk, she answers distantly and with few words. I want to do something nice to her, to cheer her up. I hope she likes it. Although, I do not know what to do yet. Francis might be able to help. I will ask him in the morning.
Mia has been difficult to get the hold of the last few days. At times, I do not even know if she is stil at the castle or not, and when we talk, she answers distantly and with few words. I want to do something nice to her, to cheer her up. I hope she likes it. Although, I do not know what to do yet. Francis might be able to help. I will ask him in the morning.
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