24 May, in the year of our Lord 2020
Lords day. Up, having slept poorly these last few nights, and in that time the sum of the cat’s trophys two mice, two voales and a small rabbit of which he was especial proud. Today the Lord’s Day but the churches shut and pews empty, so in the morning I to cut my own hair for it had grown and my periwig sat on it like a cat upon a nest. This I did with some trepidation for in the past I have done the deed with my razor, but not well round the back where I cannot see, and gave myselfe what I am told by the cobbler is a Mohiquan. This he knows for he hath been to the Plymouth Colony and seen the Natives of that name, and brought back with him a memento that has pride of place in his workshop, it being a Last hand-crafted by them from canoewood.
After dinner, to exercise up the lane as usual, with my gazette under my arm to read it out of doors for the weather warm and the wind dropped. There, the Physician frowning at an urchin and at the people all abroad, complaining there were too many comings and goings. I agreed and shewed him my gazette in which it was writ that some comings were going as far as Durham.
‘And I not able to go so far as Wanstead see my poor father before the end,’ said he. ‘Anyway,’ he added, glaring menacingly at the urchin, ‘it looks like schools will open soon, so at least we can go back to ignoring the children.’
‘While I am here,’ I hazarded, ‘may we go inside for there is a matter of some importance on which I wish your advice?’
He surprised but, ‘Very well,’ and so to remain six feet apart we circled each other till inside, as if performing an allemande.
‘Now,’ I said, and with utmost seriousness removed my wig. ‘Could you just check the back of my head?’
Afternoon and the weather deliteful warm, my cat seeking the shade of my clavichord. By evening, the First Lord of the Treasury statementing again, a dissembling egg with a cracked shell, unable to deal with the short comings of his Governement, which go unchecked. Yet there are whispers afoot about these comings and goings and they are not just from Whitehall but from Spectators thereof, which have about them the whiff of rebellion, and I wonder how long it will be before the First Lord speaks out the standard sentence of execution, which are the words, ‘I have complete confidence in — .’
After supper, I did read my King James Bible a chapter of it, which was The Book of Proverbes Chapter 16, and in it verse 18 from which I take heart. Proverbes is a good Book though nowhere in it can I find the one that says ‘Eat a live Toad first thing in the morning and nothing worse can happen to you for the rest of the day.’ Perhaps it is in the small print but I do not read that for I must not risk my eyes again. And so to bed.