My Fool, being a fool of very limited tolerance and patience, is leaving me at Madame Celestine's for a few days. Since, after that, he's travelling overseas for a couple of weeks, it will be some time before I'm allowed out, I fear.
I do hope I can find something to keep me occupied until the return of his person and his patience.
And the worst of it is, my Fool will probably spend time while away writing trivial musical rubbish, as he usually does. He is a sad case, a very sad case.