Typical

The last weeks here at Longbourn have been no more and no less than orthodox. Lydia still will not keep her mouth shut about going to Meryton to visit the officers. In addition, I am hearing nothing but talk of drama from the elder girls, talking about this man Wickham and how he is indeed a fraud. Then, the worst part is, my wife is still practically in tears about the loss of Mr. Bingley for Jane. I live with crybabies.