Wide eyed and fanciful

At least you weren't subjected to the alternative, which was some mishmash of stripes on a cushion and a bad reflection of the tiger painting behind me. Suc's following the flashes of light on the wall made by my hand mirror. Poor blip, sorry again.

A few clashes of culture this evening, which is always enjoyable to observe or hear about, if not to be part of. I, however, am in another world. Pre First World War London to be precise, my darlings, which is infinitely preferable for a little while. How long can I make this book last? Ada Leverson continues to leave me wide eyed and laughing, a great distraction.