Marchioness Beckworths memoirs:
Easter weekend~
Alleliua for the lord has risen! And so has Lady Nina, for we hath a weekend filled with frolicking, joy, and tant de fromage!
Lady Nini, the cheese wheel of my eye, and myself took an exodus to visit my dear mother, the only other human I publicly allow Nini to interact with (alas, shall her pure pristine mind be corrupted by the ways of the peasant folk!)- whilst we left my darling husband alone at home, with a bucket of carrots & a bushel of apples to sustain him during our mother/daughter/bestladyforever recess.
I still hide him from public view, to shield us from the mindless chatter of the townsfolk, (I wish to maintain the image that Nini was born through divine conception, and I enjoy being known as the ultimate housekeeping oracle who can whip up healthy meals (hence my slender frame) whilst juggling a rambunctious child & is able to travel to visit all the castles and noble houses in the entire United Kingdom Single handedly)
Nina tasted a strange new vegetable today, asparagus & green beans, how adventurous are we, to deviate from cucumbers & broccoli. She despises it & I threw in an extra slather of crispy bacon to compensate.
On the way back I spotted a divine field of rapeseed where I ordered our carriage driver to stop so Nini & I can frolick carelessly. It was a struggle to get Nini to stay still as I ordered local painter Vincent Van Goph to capture a self portait of us, he said it does take a while to capture the mass of my face, whatever that means …
Upon our return home- MyNini who has the upmost bourgeoisie taste, demanded smoked salmon for breakfast instead of the common porridge swill the other common children eat! What a proud mother am I?
A local seamstress who is known to cater and clothe the peasants came by with a pretty floral dress for Nini, in normal circumstances I would not even dream to clothe Nini in such fodder, however as she has outgrown all her outfits for the 12th time this week (such a beansprout) I had no choice but to! I was quite impressed, she looked almost normal.
For lunch I did crispen the potatoes like the Joan of Arc but Nini devoured them anyway, whatever was left I just handed over to Lord Wilson.