「 Monday, 6 September 1946 」
Today my caretaker (Mr Moore) interrupted a nice puppet show I was viewing on the television in order to hand me this little booklet; a blue leather-bound thing with a key that slips into a loop in the front to hold it closed. I wrinkled my nose when he said it was a gift from my father, expecting some sort of dreadful task to follow my acceptance of it, but he simply insists that I write in it to keep my mind sharp. My father would really be quite cross if I didn't listen... so I'll be adding it to my nightly routine in order to avoid forgetting.
I wish someone would have told me what to write though, surely my drivelings aren't of any real intellectual value. Hm... I could write a bit about my general life? Mr Moore did mention documenting the events of my days instead of just my thoughts would be a good use for this kind of thing!
I'm usually ushered out of bed and dressed at 6 in the morning before being sent to the dining area where the cook has prepared me a delicious breakfast. After I've eaten, I'm allowed some time to walk the grounds and I tend to beg the groundskeeper to accompany me so I can go down to the shore. Then, depending on the day of the week, I have private tutoring — which can be oh so boring, but learning is important so I try not to fuss too much. After the time for learning is done, it's into the evening and I'm free to play for the rest of the day basically! I usually switch between watching telly, playing with toys, and exploring — though I am thoroughly encouraged to partake in creative hobbies too (like drawing). This part of my day is only cut up by afternoon tea and supper. After supper there may be an entertainment event (like theatre) where I get to see my father before bed, but not always!
I should ask what the key on the front of this goes too... surely it's not for decoration? It looks far too real and almost familiar. Hm. Anyways, I'll leave it at that for today!
