15 October, in the year of our Lord 2020
Up, but all day troubled by an ague in my limbs, which I think is after the innoculcation I had yesterday, where they take the plague of infleünza and push it with a sharp needle into the arm and leave it there, though it is chopped into such tiny pieces that it does not work properly and can travel mostly to the armpit and no further, and cause an ache there, only mine has also travelled to my legs. But Lord forbid that we should have a second plague in winter on top of that which curs’d the summer and curses the autumn. In the morning comes John my gardener, and dug out two beds anew in the lawn, which I will plant out with bulbs.
16 October, in the year of our Lord 2020
Up, and in the morning to my Spanish, the pains in my limbs gone, and to the brushing of my cat’s teeth, which are in fine shape and a healthy white, for which I am contented for he has put his life in my hands and I must do well by him. To dinner in the companie of Mr. Jones by my coach to the gallerie at Park Edge, where dined of a fine queache, and Mr. Jones of prawnes in the manner of the Spanish, with garlicke, which he has read is good for a blockage of the sinuses that he has; only that we eat outside at a Special distance under an awning with no heat, so froze. And there collected a pair of paintings that I bought, in oils, by Mr. D. Grosvenour of Crick Heath who painted my garden. I am mightily contented with them but must consider where they shall hang on the walls. Called at a very small shop that sells very small plants that grow atop very big mountains, even in snow and all the inclemencies of the weather that is thrown at them there, to replace one I have, that survived the Beast from the East and a summer wind that blew it from its pot, but did not withstand being squirted with a solution for the ’roach and other crawling Insectes, which I mistook for a remedie for green fly and so it went brown and then died.
Home, and word from my father that he is a-cockahoup, for the Licencing authoritie hath granted him permition that he may drive his coach again, two months since they put a pulse maker into him; but because he can doth not mean he should, which I said to him, but he says he will drive only round the lanes, and not along the highways (as if in mitigation), till he is used to it again. So, for information it is coach which is a bright blue like a shiny metal, called Costa Azule, a Peoples Coach made by a German hand, and its name is an Up!, which I think is the most ridiculous name for a coach I did ever hear in my entire life, but I describe it for the benefitt of those who use the lanes nearby his house, to apprise them of a need for great Vigilance. After supper, news from beyond the Marches that the First Druid hath closed the roads from England from six a’clock, thinking to stop the plague coming along them. And so to bed.
17 October, in the year of our Lord 2020
Today goes my Spanish teacher Iñigo el Vasco to Mallerger, with Ryeireann Air so he must take his own seat. I to the Redbreast plant exchange to buy plants for my new beds, which I planted after dining there on a great tart of cheese and leakes, it being a pleasant afternoon and sunshine, and warmer than yesterday, I think. Later, read news in the gazette of the mayor of Liverpuddle, that his brother is dead of the plague.