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The Marchioness of Sparkinghamshire was aware that her way of living was no longer in fashion, but she was too old and set in her ways to change her minds or behaviors, thank you very much. She had tea and porridge brought to her bed every morning, which she had while catching up on her correspondence. She still wrote everything by hand, and kept extensive written records of her goings-on. She took her tea strong, no cream or sugar, as she believed those made for a weak-willed mind and poor constitution. She was utterly confounded by her grandchildren, who lived in the main manor on her estate. She had long ago retired to a modest (well, modest by her standards) 5-bedroom house on the property, complete with her own staff, of course. She’d never made a meal in her life and could barely make a cup of tea without assistance; she was a Marchioness, after all. How gauche that would be! Her children and grandchildren spoke of downsizing, of perhaps selling the estate, which she wouldn’t entertain for the faintest of moments. Lunacy! She’d been wed at a young age to her late husband, the Marquess, and while the marriage had not been the happiest, it had certainly provided her with a lifestyle that she could never, ever leave. Besides, she was now in her seventies. Where would she go, what would she do? Ha! It was laughable.... Click here to read the rest of the story.