Today your sister Daphne and I performed our civic duty through volunteer activities at the Town Library. The requirement of the day took surprisingly little time, however, and we were home in a trice.
When we returned home, I remembered to seek out the work of Italian composer Ludovico Einaudi. I had wanted to find it since hearing a fragment of the piece you will hear featured here:
I am profoundly moved by his music. Would it not be most wonderful if we were able to attend a public performance of his works? At the very least, I shall endeavour to find some sheet music to purchase for the pianoforte.
If you desire a more comprehensive performance, you are certain to enjoy this display given at the Royal Albert Hall:
Your brother is of a mind to create an ambience for you using that miraculous engine which he so recently discovered. I asked him whether he intended to use primarily sounds of chewing and whistling, but he claims not. I do hope that that is truly not his intention, for I should hate to lose him at so tender an age.
In spite of all the schooling of your sister and the overseeing of the servants, I was able to produce another decoden piece today. I like it very well.
I know not whether you can tell from this representation, but there is a small homage to Cousin Winry's Apple Pie contained therein. I have not yet decided the final purpose of the container, but I shall most likely utilise it for the storage of clothing or shoes for the Little People.
Mr Ho has done nothing with the grounds for days, and I begin to fear that he has been enticed away by Bertie W's Aunt Agatha. What we shall do with all of the leaves that carpet the lawns, I can not imagine. For now, I think there is nothing to be done, as it is too cold and damp. In fact, I have had to fortify myself with some drinking chocolate, and a piece of toasted bread with cheese. I find that they are very beneficial in helping to combat the cold.
I shall have to bundle up very well for the carriage ride, but I look forward to collecting you this evening.
Your Loving,
Mother
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