My visit to Dr Chasuble

Dear diary,

A few days earlier, my dear friend Miss Prism announced me that Dr Chasuble was kind of sick and that she was about to visit him so she won't be able to attend to our appointment. Well, that day, I refuse to visit Dr Chasuble with Miss Prism because I wanted to leave them alone...How gentle I am! Well today, I decide that it was the time to visit this dear old men. I've got to say that he looks quite sick. I hope that he will recover very fast! I spent some time talking with him about many intellectual subject. This men is almost as much brilliant as I am! I've got to say his disease didn't affect his intelligence!

I've got to my dear diary! But don't be afraid. I'll come to write all the other activities I did today when i'll come back home. For now, I have an appointment with my neighbor.

Goodbye,

Lady Bracknell

My dear Cecily

Good evening my dear Cecily,
I prepared some exercices for Henri but I heard that he didn't feel well.
I hope he is better today. And you my dear friend, how are you feeling?
Is Algernon more serious in your family's life? I hope that you are doing fine.
See you you wednesday for our afternoon tea
Miss Prism xxxx

Sorry

Ohh sorry Lady Bracknell,
this week, I won't be able to come to the afternoon tea...
I have a 'meeting' with Dr Chasuble.
See you soon xxxx

Mayday mayday...

Hello Algy... I'm writting you this little word because I really don't see you often these days. The kids are at home and the twins are crying like the two babies that they are. I'll be at Gwendolen's house... I need to be alone for a couple of days...

July 6, 1904

Dear Diary,

It has been ten years now since we found out that my dear husband Ernest was Algernon's brother. They still are very close with each other, maybe a little too much. They go out, drink a lot and Algernon spends a lot of times with ladies... My husband disapproves, of course, but comes back home when there are too many women. Ernest still loves smoking, which is probably the only occupation approved by Lady Bracknell. Personnaly, I have tea with cecily a few times per week, but she's now really preoccupied with her fifth child. The poor thing doesn't realise that, by killing two children, she'll have three and will have to suffer another pregnancy. The others are usually playing with my two 6 years-old boys. I just got back to my normal weight and that is exactly why I didn't want children. But Mr. Chasuble was very insistent. We also needed an heir for the Townhouse and the country one. I have no idea what this country house looks like today: I never leave London. We also did a lot of work on the Townhouse, so our side of the street is now the fashionable one, which pleased Mum especially.

Gwendolen Moncrieff

Sorry

Ohh sorry Lady Bracknell,
this week, I won't be able to come to the afternoon tea...
I have a 'meeting' with Dr Chasuble.
See you soon xxxx

Cecily Moncrieff -6 July 1904

Algernon and I are finally married. That was the most beautiful wedding of all time. I was pleased to see love sparkling in his eyes and to hear my heart beating fast in response.

Ten years later, here we are, not as happy as we used to be before that day. That day happened not so long ago. When I learned that I was pregnant for the fourth time, in November, I was the happiest, woman on Earth. Four little children, plus my husband, seemed to me to be the perfect family. Unfortunately, I never thought that I could have two babies in my belly at the time. When I realized that I was giving birth to two little ones, I was overly revolted. What on Earth was happening? I didn't plan on it and I certainly didn't want it.

While I'm writing this letter, I know that my babies are crying and need desperately my attention. They could die if I don't pay more attention to them, but, honestly, I really don't care. Edward, eight years old, Ann, seven years old, and Mary, five years old, are coming to my door, demanding that I look more for the babies. I don't pay much attention. All that I want is for Algernon to look for me.

When I am not with my dear friend Gwendolen, I think about my loved one and my heart hurts. I don't know how to explain it clearly, but I'm sure that he doesn't want to be with other women than me and, if that happened, that it didn't happen because of him. He's only a weak man and it is my duty to change his weakness to make him feel more confident about himself and more confident about my love for him.

His brother, Ernest, and he are not at home most of the time. I don't know exactly what they are doing out during the day, but I don't really like or... I don't know. The only thing that I know for sure it's that I don't enjoy it: I miss my husband.

Like the popular adage says: "Tomorrow is a new day.'' Maybe I'll feel better... We'll see. I'll let you know if things get better...