Autumn, Week 1, Year 1
This is our baby daughter, Elena. You can thank James for her arrival since he insisted it would be lovely to have little ones running around. His family are obsessed with heirs and keeping the family name going. I would prefer to look after my body but nobody listens to the wife, do they?
Now, I personally prefer the delights of fine dining and this is something I have tried to encourage with James but he rarely seems to take the hints. So I decided to throw a dinner party, now that darling Francis has set up some decent electricity and plumbing in this town. James is never keen on hosting, he would much rather mooch off somebody else but I will not stand for it. I am determined to be the best hostess in Beckwell and that will only happen if everybody in this house pulls their weight.
Claudia has become so very highly strung these last few weeks. I can’t imagine what’s got into her. I thought she’d be delighted to have a bouncy baby girl in the house but she seems so aloof. Alas, it is too late now.
I’ve set up a charity organisation for Less Mischief in this town. I remember London shortly before I left and it was ghastly for the amount of hooded hooligans in the streets at night. Simply frightful. I intend to develop the town council whilst I am here and I can tell you, I have no intentions of letting that sort into this town. Mark my words.
Setting up this charitable scheme is frightfully hard work and with no extra manpower, it is exhausting attempting this on one’s own. Claudia is less than sympathetic when I try to explain the intricacies of the job. She’s too busy preparing mountains of food for this wretched dinner party she insists on throwing tonight. I mean, of all the times to throw a party and she picks now when we have next to no extra money lying around. She knows how I hate that.
SILVER?!?! I was only awarded a SILVER for my dinner party? Well do excuse me, I shall have to run my wrists under the cold tap.
Good old George came round the day after Claudia’s failure of a party.
“That dinner wasn’t bad last night, was it James?” George smiled as he greeted me.
“I wish you’d tell Claudia that,” I replied. “She’s been in a frightful mood since last night. I can’t say a thing right. She feels it was a failure because she wasn’t awarded gold stars and a piece in the newspaper. The Tatler, I believe she wants.”
“She’ll be out of luck. I don’t think they venture this far out of London,” George said, chuckling. “Anyway, your Claudia might have got her gold stars if the drinks were stronger than water and orange juice. I might not have noticed the dreadful music on that piddly little iPod.”
I blinked at George. “I put the music on, George,” I responded drily.
“By Jove, would you look at the time? I really must dash!” George glanced at his watch and disappeared up the road.
George, the old darling, called round to see me a few days after the party. He’s such a thoughtful old dear.
“George, darling, how lovely to see you!” I exclaimed when I saw him at the door. James was working away on his charity project.
“Claudia darling, it’s a pleasure. I’m only sorry I haven’t seen you since that wonderful dinner of yours the other night. Truly marvellous, haven’t had a dinner like that for quite a time.” George spoke warmly and I appreciated his praise.
“It was awful, George. An absolute disaster.”
“Nonsense! I was only saying to James how marvellous I thought it was. Damn good of you to have us all round like that, very sporting. Now listen, is James around darling? Only I wanted a word with him about this foundation of his.”
I frowned at him. “He’s working on it now, I believe. Surely you’re not getting involved in that, are you?”
“But of course, Claudia my dear! I have agreed to be the patron of the charity. After all, we can’t be seen to have hooligans in Beckwell, now can we?” George winked and pushed past into the house, in search of James.
Has it really been that long since I gave birth? Why does it feel so much more recent that that?
Anyway, this is Elena. James is positively thrilled she’s inherited his hair and eyes. Quite the little Worthington, as it happens. And quite the independent little soul, she is. Such good news.
In fact, she’s so independent that she enjoys playing with her little blocks all by herself. I’m warming to her more all the time. Such a precious little girl and so very like her father.
Oh well. One cannot have everything I suppose.
Just look at my beautiful girl! Isn’t she grown up already? Such an affectionate child. I know my mother always sang the praises of my nanny but in my opinion, there is nothing like a little hands on work with one’s own children. No point messing about with all that once they’re older, of course.
Our first dinner as a family! Claudia’s been practicing with new dishes and tonight we had the delights of her new recipe, garlic noodles. My mother had such an aversion to garlic so I never had any as a child. In fact my father used to joke that my mother must be a vampire, her dislike of the stuff was so strong.
Elena is so full of mischief, it’s in fact ironic. I have set up a foundation for less mischief in Beckwell and I have a daughter at home, tipping paint on the beige carpet in the guest bedroom. She does have a particular charm that is so frequently found in the Worthington family. In fact, it’s uncanny.
I am sorry to say motherhood doesn’t appear to suit my Claudia. A shame really, since I plan on a good size family. I was a very lonely child, with brothers or sisters because, like Claudia, my mother couldn’t stand ‘ruining’ her figure. She was determined to be the belle of every ball. I don’t want Elena to have a lonely childhood…
What a beautiful baby girl my Elena is turning out to be. Goodnight, my little darling.
James reached level 7 Charisma and level 2 Programming and as such, didn’t unlock anything this week.
Claudia reached level 5 Cooking and level 1 Gourmet Cooking and as such, didn’t unlock anything this week.
Elena reached level 2 Thinking, Communication, Movement and Potty Training and as such, didn’t unlock anything this week.