By the Sacred Rack of Hottah, this season has been trying.
That…that…damnable Fishery is not turning the profit as it should.
Rockford refuses to be ammenable to polite society. Playing the rogue may work for a time, but who will have him? Any worse and he’ll be mistaken for some hooligan from Cheaptown.
{sigh}
That unfortunate cow over in Cheaptown. They’ve yet to release her name, but what was a young lady doing there and why was she murdered. I’m sure Rumpthwaite knows more, but it would be beneath him to speak such idle gossip with his betters.
Perhaps Rocco can ply him? No, no too obvious. I need another trusted personage in this household to take care of the daily business. Hmmmm…
My word, I’m so far behind they’ve raised the mayor’s requested monies and I’d yet to contribute. Although, looking at my coffers I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. And really, have I seen any Space Moose suffering from this malady? Hmm, good blood and breeding will always show in the end.
I think I need to expand my portfolio. The bonds appear to be safe, but I need to extend my net and I just don’t see that being the best option.
And these invitations. Where is one to find the time? I…I can only do one.
Lagoderms are only good for wagers and croquet is barely better than cavemoose games. Badmitton it is then. I do think I will look smashing in my whites. Should be quite an afternoon. I hope they have those little cucumber sandwiches. So, tasty.
And what are to be this season’s necessities…
Invest 2 350
Attend 2
Buy Subscription to the Weatherby Street Journal
Buy Copperbound Ledger
Hire Butler
Wager Spacebiscuit 20