The wait is on for my Northern Prince....

My readers, I apologise for the gaping hole I have left in your lives for the past few weeks, but you must forgive me. For I am in love.
This is not like one of your piddling love affairs that you often write to me about in the mistaken interest that I care; this is a real and a true love, not based on money or fear of my rapidly deteriorating body.
You must be dying to find out who has tamed my fiercely, independent heart and managed to live up to my exhaustive check list. Well, I must say you will be shocked, because it shocked me. Readers, I have fallen in love with a Northerner.
I know.
But I have found the pearl hidden in the grit of their uncouth breed, the shining star of their backward race and I am so proud of myself. I have barely been in the cold, harsh North for more than a month and we have found each other.
At the moment of writing he has yet to show much attention to me since the date my editor forced him on – but I know what his real feelings are.
I see him, I see right though him into his heart and soul.
Like a brooding Heathcliff, this is not a man who talks about his feelings or outwardly shows any signs of affection. But, those empty silences, and that lack of touching, speak volumes.
I will describe our date another time, but suffice to say I now no longer see delicacies such as pease pudding as a yellow vile mush, but a symbol of my new life.
I sit here waiting in my townhouse flat, with the half finished pot from our date in front of me.
He has not called or texted since that night but I know this is not a man to indulge in the fripperies of modern technology.
That is why dear readers every day at 7am I get up, shower and dress.
By half nine I am finally presentable and ready to wait in the front room for a letter, a telegram or, best of all, an unaccompanied visit.
I know he will come one day; it is just a matter of wills.
I don’t need fresh air, I don’t need food and only on pain of a sacking from my editor have I agreed to one concession, to continue to write.
And so I wait…….


This week: I’ve been mainly worrying that my anti thrombosis socks are visible through my gown