16 April, in the year of our Lord 2020
Up betimes but sleep interrupted, for a two mouse night thanks to the cat. Delivered this morning of several letters. The first from my father, and he and my mother well and know of none with this plague, for which I am glad for I worry for them for their age. The second a sheaf of letters from my neighbour the Physician in Diseases of the Integument, Venus and the Pox: a single page inquiring if I be interested in an Investment Opportunitie, to wit, ‘A Venture in Drive-By Testing, incl. In-Coach Examination, Intimate Swabs & Specula by Candlelight, Contact Tracing and Same Month Results ~ Confidentialitie Assured’, signed by himselfe with a smiley face and a spare page marked ‘Replie to Sender’. This accompanied by half a dozen blank sheets held together by a ribbon, addressed individually and similarly marked ‘Replie to All’. Layed aside for later.
Looked round for what I might make for dinner. Lacking flour but with butter, eggs and grapes, could think only of a grape omlet.
This afternoon working from home, though nothing achieved, I seeking any form of distraction, even to wonder to write a diverting diary in the style of Geo. Chaucer from three hundred years ago, though fear it may entertain no one or, worse, none may read it. Before supper in buoyant mood so penned a riposte to the Physician – viz. that his idea was the most preposterous thing I did ever read in my life. Further: Was there a Study in Feasabilitie or an Options Appraisalle? Had he considered the effect on our lane of coach flow? Was it going out to Consultation, in which case I would object on the grounds of property price impact not to mention Haelth and Safety, and finally that whilst I did applaud initiative, on this occasion ‘I was not clapping for his Clap, and stay AT home [sad face]!’ I thought the last worth sharing, so did Replie to All. Dawned on me after supper that perhaps the Physician had hit on something after all, my reply perhaps intemperate and hasty; also that I had neglected to read the addresses pertaining to Replie to All, and they now Sent.
And so, contemplating mortality, the vice of pride and, thanks be to God, my own good fortune, to bed.