It’s been a
long day. There was a dress fitting this morning. My
dresses are still fancier than I like, but they are at least lighter
weight. And fabrics here are quite a lot cheaper than
London. Perhaps I shall purchse some to take home for when I need
more fancy dresses. Henry seems to have fallen in love with
feathers. I hadn’t seen it before, but He had a multi-colored
feather-lined cloak, a feathery weskit, and a feathery hat. I
took Cain aside and asked if there would be some way of… accidentally
ruining them…so that He would have to wear something normal to the
fancy dinner tonight… Although, since you take your hat off for
dinner, I recommended that Cain save the hat so that He wouldn’t feel
too bad.
Before the dinner, there was a ceremony this afternoon. Lt.
Pellew was promoted to Captain and several others, including Himself,
were given awards. I think it had to do with the recent
battle. At tea before the ceremony, I met the fiancé of
one of His friends. Inches (I can never remember his real name)
lost a leg to WooChong and is very glad about WooChong’s recent
demise. Henry looked so handsome up on that stage getting his
award. Afterwards, there was a reception. I found out that
Henry is planning something about Inches and his upcoming
wedding. I didn’t want to know any more than that, but was
worried enough to mention it to Victoria.
It is rather trying to have to dress up twice in a day.
Especially when the second time is in fancy dinner dress. The
best part, though, was hearing about the demise of Wooster’s cloak and
weskit. Galen seems to have gotten in our room and turned the
cloak into a rocket kite. He then had to wear the weskit so that
his “uniform” matched his kite.
To make up for asking Cain to ruin clothing not even used yet, I wore a
great many of the jewelry gifts that Henry’s given me (without needing
to be asked!). It seemed to distract Him from his loss.
Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. Mostly our group with a few
others. Tomorrow’s dinner will be much worse as we’ll be dining
with Admiral Pinchingdale and many of the naval officers and
townfolk. I won’t know as many of them and will have fewer people
to talk to.
…
Tuesday
Today involved more fittings. I’m hoping that most of our dresses
are done soon. Although the day is moving far too quickly toward
the dinner this evening.
Glad to be home. There were many, many officers there.
Names and faces started blending together. Because most of the
wives were up in the hills for the summer, there was a very small group
of us ladies.
Eventually, the story of the tiger hunt got brought out. I heard
so much more about the hunt than I ever thought existed. With all
sorts of people piping up to provide more and more details.
Including both the gross winnings (5 pounds) and the net winnings
(minus 800 pounds. How do you lose 800 pounds when you win the
bet?!?!?!)
…
Wednesday.
Why did I ever let them talk me into going on a tour of a boat in a dry
dock? And why oh why did I ever ask what makes a metal boat
float? That Wooster tried some plan. I don’t know what his
plan involved, but what \ended up happening was Victoria, Mrs. Frazer,
Miss Pinchington, and Atlas getting locked in a bulkhead while that
Wooster somehow started letting the ocean into the dry dock. We
nearly drowned in drydock!
It eventually all got sorted out, but I’m very vexed with that Wooster.
At least the feather had died there as well.
…
Thursday
There was a trip to Elefanta island today. I originally didn’t
want to go because that would involve going on another boat and I
didn’t want to./ But then they mentioned that it would be a whole
lot cooler inside the carved out island. It
was. It also helped that that Wooster had to go into the
admiralty to explain how and why he almost sunk a boat in
drydock. I got an afternoon away from Him.
Also asked Mr. Cain today if he knew where I can get some
anti-swaying-fungus. Atlas told me that swaying fungus was an
Irish word for something that makes a gullible Englishman buy
anything. Henry seems to fit into this category which must mean
he has some swaying fuguses somewhere. Hence the wanting some
anti-swaying-fungus.
…
Friday.
I realized today that not only could I have died in the dry dock, He
could have also died! How can I stay mad when He could have died?
…
Saturday
We’re on the train to Mow or some name like that. It’s a long
train ride. From there we’ll be taking an elephant ride to some
temple where we’ll be looking for Lady C’s mother. I’m not sure
how I feel about elephants yet.
…
Sunday.
Met Tattvick’s mother.
Proceed to Slime all over
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