No one pilfers from an Irishman, it's a rule. They keep us around for luck remember? I will keep all of these safe and write as often as I can. That said, I also sent a letter to Martin today as well. Please make sure he reads it. It's nothing bad.
I always expect nothing and you always surprise me with to much. Hopefully I'll be home before the hay needs saving, they say we have the huns on the run.
Your a silly woman, Emily, I miss you more than words can say.
Your faithful friend - Jude
[ He knew that the crops had already been harvested, but it was an old line from a song his mom used to sing and he knew she'd recognize it. A song about a woman missing her lover whose gone off. ]
I saw Martin in passing, he looked quite polexed and I'm beginning to suspect it has something to do with you. What on Earth did you say to him that put him in that state? I asked him, of course, but he told me not to worry about it, which is nonsense, obviously I'm going to worry about it, that's what I'm doing right now.
Whatever it was, I hope the two of you resolve it.
Things here have been strange as of late. Mother has been more than insistent that I maintain a stricter schedule and dine with her and Papa every morning. There have been a number of callers in the early hours, but what they desire, I have no inclination to give.
I imagine this seems all very silly from a distance but it's creating such an unnecessary fuss over nothing, and I had to talk to someone about it.
I miss you every minute of every day as well. Emily
Someone sent me a letter post marked from him but the writing was all wrong. I let him know about it. It wasn't anything serious but the fact someone is impersonating him was bothersome. Much less writing to a foolish paddy like me. Nothing to gain there.
I just hope the impersonator is found. Your brother's good name is important as the next lord.
You already having suitors banging down the door? And without me there to scare them off and give them Herculean trials to win your favor? A crime. Though if you do settle down, the man would be a lucky one. Its gotta either be you or Joanna, men only come calling early for one reason. They come calling at night for the other.
You can write me about anything, your words are uplifting in this hellish place. My Highland friend is dead, he was hit with an artillery shell yesterday.
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Date: 2019-03-27 12:34 am (UTC)No one pilfers from an Irishman, it's a rule. They keep us around for luck remember? I will keep all of these safe and write as often as I can. That said, I also sent a letter to Martin today as well. Please make sure he reads it. It's nothing bad.
I always expect nothing and you always surprise me with to much. Hopefully I'll be home before the hay needs saving, they say we have the huns on the run.
Your a silly woman, Emily, I miss you more than words can say.
Your faithful friend
- Jude
[ He knew that the crops had already been harvested, but it was an old line from a song his mom used to sing and he knew she'd recognize it. A song about a woman missing her lover whose gone off. ]
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Date: 2019-03-27 12:45 am (UTC)I saw Martin in passing, he looked quite polexed and I'm beginning to suspect it has something to do with you. What on Earth did you say to him that put him in that state? I asked him, of course, but he told me not to worry about it, which is nonsense, obviously I'm going to worry about it, that's what I'm doing right now.
Whatever it was, I hope the two of you resolve it.
Things here have been strange as of late. Mother has been more than insistent that I maintain a stricter schedule and dine with her and Papa every morning. There have been a number of callers in the early hours, but what they desire, I have no inclination to give.
I imagine this seems all very silly from a distance but it's creating such an unnecessary fuss over nothing, and I had to talk to someone about it.
I miss you
every minute of every dayas well.Emily
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Date: 2019-03-27 01:08 am (UTC)Someone sent me a letter post marked from him but the writing was all wrong. I let him know about it. It wasn't anything serious but the fact someone is impersonating him was bothersome. Much less writing to a foolish paddy like me. Nothing to gain there.
I just hope the impersonator is found. Your brother's good name is important as the next lord.
You already having suitors banging down the door? And without me there to scare them off and give them Herculean trials to win your favor? A crime. Though if you do settle down, the man would be a lucky one. Its gotta either be you or Joanna, men only come calling early for one reason. They come calling at night for the other.
You can write me about anything, your words are uplifting in this hellish place. My Highland friend is dead, he was hit with an artillery shell yesterday.
Your faithful friend
- Jude