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estdeus_innobisWednesday afternoon, day 101
I have done my afternoon rounds at the inn. One new guest to check in, two to check out. A small fight broke out in the communal kitchen over the ownership of a toasted cheese sandwich. Luckily nothing was broken, although said sandwich did end up plastered to the wall. Maya was not very pleased about cleaning that up. I solved the difficulty by informing the two men who caused the incident that they should pay Maya a bonus for the extra effort involved in getting cheddar from the paintwork.
I've returned to my apartment for a spot of late lunch. I find I am not in the mood for cheese, and so I break off a hunk of good fresh bread, butter it liberally and have a side of grapes. I open the French windows to let the sun come in, and I relax. It has really been a very nice couple of days. The picnic yesterday was lots of fun - I got to speak to many people I like. I must tell Hermia about Gaueko. I didn't mention it yesterday, because I knew she was likely to get worried, but she needs to be able to recognise him. Especially if he turns up at the inn in dog form. I brought her back a plate of frosted biscuits, and she seemed to enjoy them. I am glad that she and Fiona have had the opportunity to meet. Fiona came over here for tea the other day, and she and Hermia got along very well, as I knew they would. It did give me another little pang of desire for fatherhood, however, seeing Hermia being so sweet with Fiona. If anyone had said to me a year ago - a few months ago! - that I would wish for a baby, I would have said they were quite ridiculous. I have always liked children - as long as they are intelligent - but I've never had much desire for one of my own. Well, perhaps in a few years Hermia and I may try. She is so young still, and I would hate to rush her into motherhood.
It's easy sometimes to forget just how young - she has such a mature air - but there is a birthday party tomorrow that will be the proof of it. Only 23. I celebrated my 32nd birthday this year - or as I put it, 30 for the 3rd time, and so there is near enough a decade between us. I wonder if the age gap will be more apparent as we age. I feel I am lucky, however. I know I am a good looking man, but I am quite certain I am more handsome now than I was a decade ago, and I hope to grow into a distinguished old age. I do not have one of those round, youthful faces that ages badly.
I eat my lunch, thinking cheerfully about Hermia's birthday party. I think it will be a most lovely occasion. I am hoping that the weather will be nice, for I hope to use the garden as well as the sitting room. I must see about fixing up some lanterns...
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I have done my afternoon rounds at the inn. One new guest to check in, two to check out. A small fight broke out in the communal kitchen over the ownership of a toasted cheese sandwich. Luckily nothing was broken, although said sandwich did end up plastered to the wall. Maya was not very pleased about cleaning that up. I solved the difficulty by informing the two men who caused the incident that they should pay Maya a bonus for the extra effort involved in getting cheddar from the paintwork.
I've returned to my apartment for a spot of late lunch. I find I am not in the mood for cheese, and so I break off a hunk of good fresh bread, butter it liberally and have a side of grapes. I open the French windows to let the sun come in, and I relax. It has really been a very nice couple of days. The picnic yesterday was lots of fun - I got to speak to many people I like. I must tell Hermia about Gaueko. I didn't mention it yesterday, because I knew she was likely to get worried, but she needs to be able to recognise him. Especially if he turns up at the inn in dog form. I brought her back a plate of frosted biscuits, and she seemed to enjoy them. I am glad that she and Fiona have had the opportunity to meet. Fiona came over here for tea the other day, and she and Hermia got along very well, as I knew they would. It did give me another little pang of desire for fatherhood, however, seeing Hermia being so sweet with Fiona. If anyone had said to me a year ago - a few months ago! - that I would wish for a baby, I would have said they were quite ridiculous. I have always liked children - as long as they are intelligent - but I've never had much desire for one of my own. Well, perhaps in a few years Hermia and I may try. She is so young still, and I would hate to rush her into motherhood.
It's easy sometimes to forget just how young - she has such a mature air - but there is a birthday party tomorrow that will be the proof of it. Only 23. I celebrated my 32nd birthday this year - or as I put it, 30 for the 3rd time, and so there is near enough a decade between us. I wonder if the age gap will be more apparent as we age. I feel I am lucky, however. I know I am a good looking man, but I am quite certain I am more handsome now than I was a decade ago, and I hope to grow into a distinguished old age. I do not have one of those round, youthful faces that ages badly.
I eat my lunch, thinking cheerfully about Hermia's birthday party. I think it will be a most lovely occasion. I am hoping that the weather will be nice, for I hope to use the garden as well as the sitting room. I must see about fixing up some lanterns...
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