December 30th

Dearest Emily,

Not just an aubergine, my dear...an esculent one! I'm possessed of exquisite tastes! Now, you know you love the geese. 'Fess up, little bird, and make my heart gay again! I'm feathering your nest, little goose girl. Not too many ladies in our village can claim to have opened their door in the morning light to a gaggle of geese on their doorsteps! But you, sweet love, can.

I think you should purchase that jacuzi you've been talking about. Might come in handy tomorrow.

Cocksure and fancy free,
Your Edward

Happy the jealousy over Jacks is quiescent now. That was such a bother, though Jacks and I had a few laughs over it.