Yesterday there were protests in Richmond, our capital, about the closures. The governor extended closures of non-essential businesses by two weeks. People got angry. I can't imagine why. Honestly, the fewer people gather, the less likely the corona virus is to spread. I know, people want to go back to normal, but it's not reasonable at this point. It wouldn't be reasonable next week, the initial date of reopenings. I'm all for protesting injustice, I have a few times, but I find it a bit wild to protest something that is keeping people safe.
Rant over. To distract myself from the folly of my peers, I made curry and eclairs for dessert. I'm hoping to eat away the frustration.
I took music lessons for years growing up. I don't think this is how my family communicated with the instructors, not they to my parents.
From a Lady to a Teacher of Music
3 Cavendish Place, W.
July 21st.
Mrs. Cole would be obliged if Mr. Adrian Mitchell would let her know his terms for a course of twelve lessons at her own residence; perhaps Mr. Mitchell would make it convenient to call upon her one morning during this week before 12 o'clock, when he would be able to judge of the progress her daughter has already made.
From a Music Teacher to a Lady
10 Tavistock Street, S. W.
July 22nd.
Mr. Adrian Mitchell presents his compliments to Mrs. Cole and begs to say that his terms are one guinea per lesson; he makes no reduction for a course of lessons. He will have the honour of calling on Mrs. Cole on Wednesday morning at 11:30.
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