My dear friends, I send this letter as thy entertainment. I know how little commoners have a great guffaw, since anytime I pass one they seem to be incredibly sapped and gloomy while practically beheading me in their imagination. I have done nothing to these poor folk so I assume most commoners are just depressing people. Anyhow, tonight I had run into quite the both humiliating and humorous conundrum. As I was collecting my freshly cleaned garments I noticed quite the important under pieces were missing. 'Twas abnormal, because I had seen them only a few hours before. I searched for the small wicker basket that held my previously cleaned garments and 'twas absent. I had gone to ask my mother where the garment had gone. The woman is quite dramatic, she would do well with the theater. So instead of telling me where it had been, she barged into my room and rummaged through my garments without any heed to what was (what I had presumed) as a simple query. I had no forethought of what this woman would recommend once the garments were nowhere to be seen. She actually uttered the words "It seems you must clean some thyself." Pardon me?! What the bloody hell does the woman think we are?! (Pardon my harsh word) But I may as well beg for extra bread crumbs and 0.079 pound sterlings in the street to any generous-looking soul passing!! However, I hadn't much choice...The servant that had previously used the washboard and cleaned everyones garments recently had withered away from quite a threatening illness. We have barely any time to find another one, so we've been handing them off to the servant in a neighboring kingdom. However, as you can guess the process is quite lengthy. I have many places to attend tomorrow too! So I figured I would rather act as a commoner than smell like one. So I actually sat next to the washboard hand cleaning my garments! Me!! Someone with such high status!! Is this how you poor ones feel? What a tragedy!