More from the diary of Samuel Pepys
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wellinghallTuesday to London town, there to hold discourse with the learned men of my profession. Methinks I like going to seminars at Tillinghast; for they always serve the best canapes and wine.
Wednesday to Dublin. These trips are always tedious, for they involve much time spent in travelling, and little in meetings; and the meetings themselves accomplish little of note.
And then home, to find a message from Mr D___ the carpenter, saying that he would be with us on the morrow to start work on the shelves in our loft; a fretful evening followed, trying to empty everything therefrom.
Thursday spent feeling under the weather; methinks the previous two days had something to do with this.
Friday was a day of some note, as it marks the end of my employment with one company, and the start of my employment with another; and yet curiously enough, I will be at the same desk on Monday; such is the way of the modern world. We did have cream cakes to mark the occasion; and yet the day was still full of hassle.
Saturday, the carpenter did finish, having made a tolerable job; and Saturday afternoon was spent in re-filling the shelves. There is still more of this to do, alas!; methinks we need to stop buying books.
Then a swim, to refresh ourselves from the heat of the day. Home, to tea, and alternate viewing of England losing to Portugal; the tennis from Wimbledon; and the score from Headingley, whence came the news of Mister Truman's sad demise. But Oxford beat Cambridge; and so there was some cheer in the house.
Creatrix did cook a most excellent dinner, and we did watch the evening's entertainment from Mister Tennant and Mistress Piper, and then from the pen of Mr Conan Doyle. And so to bed.
Wednesday to Dublin. These trips are always tedious, for they involve much time spent in travelling, and little in meetings; and the meetings themselves accomplish little of note.
And then home, to find a message from Mr D___ the carpenter, saying that he would be with us on the morrow to start work on the shelves in our loft; a fretful evening followed, trying to empty everything therefrom.
Thursday spent feeling under the weather; methinks the previous two days had something to do with this.
Friday was a day of some note, as it marks the end of my employment with one company, and the start of my employment with another; and yet curiously enough, I will be at the same desk on Monday; such is the way of the modern world. We did have cream cakes to mark the occasion; and yet the day was still full of hassle.
Saturday, the carpenter did finish, having made a tolerable job; and Saturday afternoon was spent in re-filling the shelves. There is still more of this to do, alas!; methinks we need to stop buying books.
Then a swim, to refresh ourselves from the heat of the day. Home, to tea, and alternate viewing of England losing to Portugal; the tennis from Wimbledon; and the score from Headingley, whence came the news of Mister Truman's sad demise. But Oxford beat Cambridge; and so there was some cheer in the house.
Creatrix did cook a most excellent dinner, and we did watch the evening's entertainment from Mister Tennant and Mistress Piper, and then from the pen of Mr Conan Doyle. And so to bed.
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Date: 2006-07-02 02:23 pm (UTC)Egad they let women on the stage now?
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