I did it again

Well, again I changed the blog template and though it hasn't been long for the Research Posts to be on this blog, I exported them into their own blog.

But on the right sidebar you'll see the feed of the blog. I tried a great tuturial by Amanda Kennedy to create a side-blog, but unfortunately after 4 years nobody seemed to have come up with a solution for the disappearing posts from the main page. Therefore I separated the blog again and created a feed for the sidebar. I hope nobody will get confused, but the diary should remain a diary. Using Wordpress would make all kinds of things easier, but I don't want to move away from blogger... Anyway, check the feed and the new blog, if you're interested!

Thanx!

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July 8th, 2011

Yes, it's the correct date, no typing error...

I'm happy to announce the birth of my sweet baby boy.

Therefore it will take a little time for me to come back to writing or at least to close the gaps that occured while drafting the next posts. They're here on my laptop, but not yet good enough to be published.

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To my readers!

Venerated readers and subscribers of this blog,

I apologize for not posting for a while. My husband had a motorcycle accident and is in hospital for I don't know how long. Therefore I have many other things on my mind and hope you come back for new posts, when I'm again able to write...

Thank you very very much,
C.

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Letter from Harriet Osberton

Wortham, September 4^th, 1763

My dearest Emy,

we fled from my parents house and the whole neighbourhood. It was not to be born anymore. My mother intruded upon us every day without any notice. The atmosphere at home is horrible and we decided to leave. It is very vexing, especially in my current condition. I know not for how long I could have hidden it from my mother or the whole family. My morning sickness is terrible and Clive did his best to keep anyone from me to keep the secret. Now we are on our way home to Clarington. Hester is to join us in town for the season, but I don't know if we go at all regarding my health... But they do not know of course. I will not tell them until the very least. - My brother is gone too. We don't know where. He disappeared over night and nobody noticed. His manservant was gone sometime before him, the butler informed us later... I'm very tired of it all my dearest and glad to go home. I will write again from Clarington.

Affectionately,

yours

Harriet.

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September 8th, 1763

night

When I came back from the garden this morning and joined Mrs Lewis in the kitchen to oversee the planning of dinner, I was informed that Ms Susan had stayed in her room, partaking of her breakfast upstairs. I was to come to my room as soon as I was able to join her. Upon my entrance into her room I was greeted most affectionately and found myself confronted with a familiar chatter, I knew of Mrs Higgenbotham, but the topics were far more interesting than hers. Ms Susan lived in a world I knew not, a free mind roaming about Bath and doing what she thought best and what made her happy and kept her entertained. So she did over her hot chocolate, telling one juicy story after another (I wondered if Lord C would disapprove, but he wasn't attending anyway...) and gossip about the ton and marriage mart as well as the newest plays and books and exhibitions. When I stayed in town I had no opportunity to catch up with this world, being on a constant run after possible husbands led by mother or my sisters. Ms Susan had me captivated and I immediately liked her a great deal...

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