Received such an infuriating letter from mom, oh! Oh! So infuriating!
——Alexandrina Victoria "Queen Victoria's Diary"
London's wind is unreasonably cold.
As the carriage turned the corner at Strand Street, the cold wind pierced Arthur, forcing him to pull up his collar with his hand.
When the Buckingham Palace decree reached Lancaster Gate 36, he was by the fireplace in the living room, warming himself.
The fireplace had just heated the air, he was wearing a shirt, his cufflinks not yet fastened, when the ominous knock sounded outside the door.
He finally managed to have a quiet morning today, the appointment issue of the Earl of Dalmo had just been resolved, no disrespectful rogues like Liszt had emerged recently to offend veteran musicians, tenant Eld had also settled down due to Scotland Yard's recent "anti-vice campaign," and even troublemakers like Great Dumas and Heine decided to stay in Paris for winter because of Britain's cold winter...
