Mon Dieu! If they only knew!

here we are again ( Read more... )

to post in the journal of one's own typist, and yet the time seemed so very ripe to do so. I hope that she will forgive me ( Read more... )

September winds its dreary down and October approaches again.

I don't mind being a martyr (as it were) but those months leading up to... it... were hard. I can say that, now, for all that I tried to be strong then.

And all of the dear people who lost their lives in support of us - esepcially my beloved Lamballe. To put in in a light that the ( Read more... )

Oh dear... I fear that I may have spoken hastily again.

When WILL I learn to be less impulsive? No wonder my father called me his little featherhead.

My typist has let me out for a breath of fresh air ( Read more... )

::chagrined blushing little smile, reading this and its origin here.
Axel and Byron are behaving like perfect gentlemen of course but I could just shred Her face.

How dare She let her sordid little fantasies intrude upon my life?

and She's not even a very good typist, come to that.

I know: I'll make her watch The Sound of Music as punishment.

Sophie's here!

(I'm all in a flutter, I fear...)
I do hope she'll like me!)

This might explain my fear of teeter-totters.

I ♥ Louis-Charles.

I ♥ Axel.

::giggles like a schoolgirl::