Answer:
Dear diary,
I'm here once again, because you seem to be the only one I'm able to talk to whenever I want to, and you don't wait impatiently so you can go back to other things you're doing.
However, I miss my children and grandchildren and wish they visited more often, seeing as everyone went on their own way, as soon as they turned 18 or just after College.
I have a considerable sum of money, but I don't have happiness, I have happiness, but not the type I want. I guess he people that said money doesn't buy happiness were right after all.
Diary, you'll have to endure the ramblings of an old woman who is lonely. We'll talk again soon.
He wanted to invent legends and a mythology that would become part of the culture of England.
Answer:
The Doctor in a clean starch'd band, his golden snuff box in his hand.
