On behalf of Edward, myself and our household, I would like to extend the warmest wishes for a very Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, prosperous New Year. May you be blessed far beyond your hopes.

Settling In

It was a typical afternoon in Babbage, the late autumn sun barely penetrating the smoke and soot in the sky. The weather had taken a cooler turn, and I was very glad for my warm cape. I had been out for a walk, getting my bearings of the city that I now called home, meeting some of my fellow citizens, including a mechanical man, who had the misfortune to be run down by one of the trolleys. Luckily Mr. Lightbulb Brightly was not seriously injured, but I hoped he'd be repaired properly by his creator soon.

Of course, a walk about town would not be complete without seeing the urchins out and about. For the most part they kept their distance from me, but I could not help but to notice that many of them had thin jackets and were not well dressed for the upcoming winter.

Mr. Gears met me at the front door and took my cape for me as I removed my gloves and hat before heading into the parlour for some tea and to look over any letters that came in the post. Settling into my favorite chair, I sorted through the mail, which consisted mainly of various notices, invitations, a few bills, the newspaper and two letters from my brothers. Putting the other mail to the side, I opened the letter from my older brother, Gunnar.

Of course, he was off in some exotic location, his letter full of vividly written tales of daring-do and adventure, the pages barely containing his bold, galloping penmanship. As well, he was madly in love, again, this time with a woman covered in snake tattoos who was the "refreshment server" at a local public house he was currently frequenting. I really did not want to know exactly what sort of "refreshment" she provided. He said he didn't think he'd be making it home for Christmas but would be sending something through the post to Edward and I. He also said he was planning on staying at his current location for a few months, hoping to make some more money doing various jobs to fund his explorations. I sighed as I folded up his letter as Nell came in with the tea tray, the sounds of Mrs. Clowes haggling with the Rag and Bone man in the kitchen trailing in after her.

"Ah, thank you Nell! This is just the thing to warm me up after being out. The weather has gotten so chilly, I really worry for those who haven't a warm place to call home if winter sets in soon. By the way, Mrs. Clowes is not stopping for idle gossip with the Rag and Bone man, is she? Last time he was here, he filled her head with such terrible stories about that voodoo man that she was nearly impossible for weeks!"

"No, ma'am, I don't believe she is. When I left the kitchen, she was trying to get a better price this time as she feels the rags and scraps are of a superior quality. Although, now that I've left, I really couldn't say which way the conversation has gone." Nell smiled slightly before bobbing a curtsy and heading upstairs to dust Edward's study.

I shrugged slightly and sipped my tea, the fragrance of bergamont soothing me, before opening the letter from Lunar. His letter was filled with news from Steelhead, the latest residents, recent social events and of course news of our friends there. Sheriff Fuzzball was managing to keep warm, in spite of his bald head and was maintaining law and order with his usual aplomb. Tensai had not blown up anything major recently but was working on a new device that had great potential and she sent her love. The main part of his letter, though, was devoted to the newest development of the city. Out of the wilderness surrounding Steelhead, Lunar was planning on carving out a unique addition to the community called "Nevermoor". He described it as being a "gothic forest nouveau" and that there would be very little in the way of buildings. He had included some sketches of the statues he was planning having there and with his detailed descriptions I could picture it clearly in my mind. His talents were certainly going to shine with this new development. I made a note to visit him and Tensai before Christmas to see this as well as ready my bakery for the holiday season.

Letters read, I sat back to savour my tea and my mind wandered again to the poorly dressed urchins and some of the other residents that I suspected might not get to enjoy a hot meal on a regular basis, nor warm clothes. My mother had instilled in me the thought that helping others is one of the best things you can do in this world. I sipped my tea some more, when an idea started to grow in my mind....

For Christmas is Coming...

The weather outside was horrible, the sleet pelting the glass and leaving the cobblestone streets below slick, the gaslamps' glow reflecting dimly upon them. I watched as two dark figures, Mr. Gears and Giles came through the front gate, each carrying two large sacks. They disappeared around to the side of the house, no doubt coming in through the kitchen door so they could hang their wet coats in the scullery and get a bracing cup of hot tea (or oil in Mr. Gears' case) from the cook.

I turned away from the window and surveyed the room before me. Piles of scraps were scattered here and there and a few large sacks were in the corner of the spare room. Other than the disorder, the room was warm and cozy, a fire dancing in the grate and the lights casting a warm glow about the room. Opening one of the large sacks, I dumped the contents onto the floor and knelt down, sorting the bits of fabric into their respective piles, by colour and fibre content. Laudanum the cat purred happily in his basket near the fireplace and I softly hummed a tune I had heard earlier in the week being whistled by some men on the street.

After awhile Giles and Mr. Gears could be heard coming up the stairs with their burdens. As they entered the room, Giles' red cheeks and nose suggested that the weather truly was as chippy as it would seem.

"Where would you like these madam?" Mr. Gears asked.

"Over with the other ones, if you please Mr. Gears"

They brought over the sacks, Giles struggling a little with his and left them with the others.

"Thank you for assisting me with this, I appreciate your help, as I'm sure those who will benefit from these quilts will appreciate them as well" I smiled warmly at the men "I cannot stand to see this perfectly good fabric go to waste while there are those who will be suffering from the cold this winter". Giles nodded in agreement, while Mr. Gears inclined his head at my words. "I'm sure you have things you'd like to attend to this evening, so I'll not keep you here. Thank you again for bringing these sacks over from His Grace's shop". The men turned and left, each heading to their respective activites for the evening.

I opened one of the new bags and looked through the fabrics within. This sack contained a good mix of fine woolens and tweeds, along with some bright red scraps left over from the merino wool long underwear that Edward sold in his shop. All of the fabric was new, it was the discarded bits left over after each garment had been cut out. Most of the fabrics were of a wool blend, but there were some piles of linen and cotton's from the shirts as well as colourful bits from the waistcoats.

In the previous weeks, when trying to learn my way around Babbage, I had noticed a large population of urchins as well as those who seemed to live by their wits alone. As the weather grew cooler, my thoughts had turned to how these people were going to keep warm during the winter in Babbage....the deep snow blanketing the streets, the frosty wind whipping around the street corners, whistling through broken windows. A warm quilt or blanket and a few other items would be very useful to keep the cold at bay. Edward had shown me some time ago his left over fabric remnants and now I would turn them into something warm, useful and comforting for others this Christmas. With any luck I would be able to put together a Christmas hamper for anyone who would like one.

After sorting fabric for an hour, I heard Edward's step in his study and decided I had done enough for one evening. Smiling softly and brimming with ideas, I closed the door to the spare room and started towards the study, looking forward to spending the remainder of the evening with my beloved.

A Happy Thanksgiving to You All

On Behalf of Edward and myself, I'd like to wish all of our family, friends, neighbours and acquaintances a Happy Thanksgiving. Wishing you a day filled with turkey, pumpkin pie and all the other good things as well as time with those you love. Celebrate the Harvest and enjoy!

Ahhh...Summertime!

Life has been busy in Primbroke manor as of late. Edward has been very busy, nipping off in his TARDIS to work on a club of some sort as well as attending to his other business interests. I have kept a lower profile, staying mostly at home, attending to the domestic realm, as it my habit. There is always much to do in the summer, with the garden to attend to, as well as putting up the fruits that are in season.

Mrs. Clowes, Nell and myself have been very busy making jams and other preserves. There are few things more enjoyable than opening a jar of raspberry jam in the dead of winter and having summertime greet your tastebuds as you bite into your slice of toast. As well, there are other fruits such as peaches, pears, cherries and saskatoons that can be put up so they can be enjoyed at their best when Jack Frost is painting the window panes. I also find it beneficial to bottle as much fruits as possible, as I tend to use them in my baking for Rosehaven Recipes as well.

While I've not been out in the public eye much, I have been keeping informed (although usually much after the fact) about events. I would like to congratulate Fuzzball Ortega on his excellent efforts as Steelhead's RFL Team Captain. He did a superior job and should be very proud of himself. I do hope though, that his head won't be too cold this winter, with him having shaved his head. Perhaps it's time to dig out that old Cowboy hat, or find a toque to keep warm.

At any rate, I should go and get back to the kitchen. While it is technically not something a lady in my position should be doing, I rather enjoy working in the kitchen. It reminds me of helping my mother out when I was a young girl. The joys of the height of summer!

P.S. Just a word to the wise....be *very* careful what you put into the Google Images search...."Victorian Canning" brings up quite different sorts of pictures!!! (and yes, I was very careful to have two n's in that!)

Happy Anniversary Edward!

It is with greatest pleasure and happiness that I wish my beloved Edward a happy 3rd annivesary! All the best to you my dearest and I am delighted and proud to be at your side.

Why Gardening in SL Rocks

After my typist has spent this past week attending to her flowerbeds and garden in RL, it inspired me to draw up a brief list of why gardening in SL is so much more enjoyable:

1. No weeds

2. You do not need to work the soil

3. No Deadheading

4. No Bugs

5. No need to worry about watering

6. The soil conditions are always perfect, no matter if you are planting on cobblestones or not.

7. Your fingernails never get dirty let alone broken when planting

8. You never break a sweat when gardening, even if you plant an entire sim.

I'm sure others could add to this list quite easily. However, there's one major point that gardening in SL and RL both share...the satisfaction of beautifying your surroundings and the pleasure of a job well done.

Happy St Patrick's Day

On behalf of Edward, our household and myself, I'd like to extend warmest wishes for a Happy St. Patrick's Day! Remember to wear green and the luck of the Irish to everyone!!!

The Household of Primbroke Manor

Just a quick entry, long overdue. After much delay, Edward and I managed to have a portrait done of our household. This was done shortly before we moved from Edison to Babbage, so I'm surprised you can't see the packing crates that were scattered about the room.

Anyhow, in order back row first: Mrs. MaryEllen Clowes (cook), Mr. Giles Earnshaw (groundskeeper and in charge of the stables and garage), Mr. Primary Gears (butler, Edward's valet, etc), and Miss Penellope Humphreys (maid).

Of course Edward and myself are recognizable.

I look forward to when our household is together again. Edward gave the staff some leave so they are visiting their families while he and I are quite cozy in our rooms in the Rookery. I'm enjoying Babbage thus far but look forward to when we are surely settled somewhere.

I Wonder as I Wander...

It is official. Edward and I and our staff are yet again moving. This past week has been frantic to say the least and only now have I found a few moments of quiet to settle at Edward's desk to put my thoughts on paper.

I am sorry to leave Edison. It seems like we arrived here not that long ago and were just getting rather comfortable and settled in. We had finally gotten the house to the point that we were both quite satisfied with it and now we have to pack up and move again. While this move has been a strain on Edward and myself, I do sympathize with our staff as well.

For the time being, we have decided to take up residence in some of the rooms in the Rookery, located in Clockhaven, New Babbage. While they are not quite what we are used to, I believe that they will be comfortable enough for a temporary solution, until something more suitable is found. We have decided not to go through with the bother and expense of refurbishing the rooms, but will make them habitable with draperies, carpets and of course plenty of hot, soapy water and elbow grease!

Mrs. Clowes has been complaining incessantly that she is certain that fresh milk, eggs, butter and other produce will not be able to be had in New Babbage. I have assured her that New Babbage is quite a bustling city and I'm sure that she will find all of this plus much more at the markets. In fact, I think it will be quite exciting to be living in the midst of the ebb and flow of humanity. My only main concern is that our gardener, Giles Earnshaw, might find the lure of the public houses and other pursuits to be very much to his liking. I must ask Edward to have a word with the male staff about expected conduct and behaviour while we are at the Rookery.

Anyhow, I should get back to the packing. Since many of our belongings are going into storage for the time being, supervising the packing to make sure the correct items are packed is necessary. I'm sure the next time I can write we will be comfortable settled in Clockhaven.

On behalf of Edward and myself (and especially to Edward), I would like to wish all of our friends, family and acquaintances a very Happy Valentine's Day. May cupid rekindle the romance of existing relationships for those attached or spark something new for those who are not.