Monday night 24 May [1852] My dearest Donald I must write you a few lines before I go to bed for I cannot let a day pass without writing to my darling old plague but you must forgive your pussy if she does not write much tonight as she is not very well. There is nothing particular wrong with me but you know I cannot expect to be always well at present. I did not walk farther than the Paul's today. I went there to ask Mary to postpone her visit for a few days longer. Those horrid painters did not look near us today and it will take three days at least before the rooms can be finished. I really wish they were done. It is so disagreeable to have no bedroom when I do not feel well, however grumbling will not make them any faster about their