3 May

I was quite a success at the May festivities—our little country newspaper chronicled the events this morning. they say I "was effervescent in (my) May gown and garland of pink roses, as refreshing as a cool glass of champagne and sparkling with youth and charm." Oh, it is lovely to be adored! Mr. Adrian Mole, the write and publisher, has adored me for as long as I can remember. Indeed, he may have adored me forever. I sent a copy to my dear Ernest. He will certainly be obliged to speak to me now.