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Oh my word.

So I go next door to play with the dressmaker’s daughter (cute little squishy thing) and this old lady chases after me and my mum and tells her that her brother has a son and she wants to get him married… to me! She gets all my mum’s details and as she leaves she asks me what my name is. And when I tell her she gets all excited and hugs me and says she loves my name and now I have to marry her brother’s son.

And my mother tells her that my sister and I are cagey about marriage because of all the stories we hear. (So true). But still, she insisted and took our address.

Well.

I’m sorry.

I’m not going to be there.

I just CANNOT get into this right now!!!!!!!!

***OK wait… all I’m gona say is WHO DOES THAT???? She knows nothing about me so she obviously made a decision based on outward appearance. I’m sure her brother’s son is a very nice guy (actually I think he may be a loser) but I’m very insulted. I mean I have nothing against the old lady (shame) but it says a lot about their way of thinking. That’s all I have to say. Yeah… for now.