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3 May, in the year of our Lord 2021

A holy day for all the land, though the coldest such in this month of May that I saw in my entire life, with a great storm and much rain with a foul wind (in the gazette that it the worst such since the little Ice Age). Therein also a record of opinion as to the final Denewment from last night of the long storyline of the Constabulary that bore upon my detaynement, to wit that the Conclusion rose to less than was expected of it, there being a disappoyntement widespread among those who kept a date with it, though God forbid that I should engage with such a thing, which I have not nor shall, for Sunday evening is for prayer, and not for watching the magick screen with a pint of wine. The best, I think, is that it seems the whereabouts of Constable Arnott is known by none, nor if he is to come back in another season, for which my mind is greatly eased.
  Before dinner to the gymnaseum, where I have not gone for six months, it under new Management and all changed so I was not sure where to look to exercise, and worse, everyone had thought the same, so many were there, too many I think, and it was as if my years life with the plague had contracted to protect me and I am not yet freed to the presence of so many other.

 

12 May, in the year of our Lord 2021

After breakast with Banjo to the veterynarean, where he does not like to go, who took him for some inoculcacions against the infleünza that a cat can get, and he into his carrier without fuss only mewing a little in my coach.

 

16 May, in the year of our Lord 2021

Up betimes, it now being my routine to wake at six a-clock, onlie that Banjo may wake me earlyer, by his nose in my ear, or when he mews a great noyse like a peevish growl and presents a voal, thinking to delight me, or a shrewe, or a mouse, or a baby bird or a small rabbitte, &c. Tomorrow the First Lord doth entend a change in Covey rules, so that we might sup inside an inn, and the Whitefort Arms, on White fort street, will open its doors, and other taverns along with it, or so all hope; only that we are still in woods where lerks a varyacion of the Covey from the East India Co., so all may change again.
  After breakfast I for a Covey test, which was a little ride away and not with the Physician in my lane, I seated in my coach while a nurse pushed feathers down my throat and up my nose; for I am to have a chirurgeon operate on one of my fingers on Wednesday, where there is a Cyste from a knuckle knobbled with a little artheritis, and will be there for the day. Home, and after dinner took a playne to the door of my chamber closet upstairs so that it would not stick at the top and after 25 years of it, five minutes work hath made it better. After this being done, the same to my side gate where the wood hath swole round two knottes in it so it would not shut, and paynted it.
  After supper to my Journall, which I have neglected these weeks for languishing, a word I did hear pertayne to the stagnacion and want of motivacion brought on by the confinements for the plague for so long, which I think I have. This month last year I was possessed of a greater Energy, which term I did hear from Dr. Young, as perhaps were all, when our confynement was a great, if unbid, noveltie and my mind set to deal with the challenge, as much as I was able. Yet now I am snared by a listlessness and a disinclinacion to action, and am too accustomed to sitting, which it is an easy thing to do, for to make for onselfe a constant stimulacion for the mind is an arduous task for a year. And so I wonder as I write whether I should continue the reports of my days or set it all aside, its purpose spent, though perhaps it is an Apathie that speaks, not I. Before bed, heard a little musick by Mr. J. Dunstaple, I think the most euphoneous I did ever hear in my life, sung by a fine choir.

By andywmacfarlane

I am a retired medic who likes messing around with a bit of writing, and friends seemed to like my social media postings of "Samuel Pepys: The Covid Diaries". So I'm having a go at blogging them.

3 replies on “Divers matters”

“This month last year I was possessed of a greater Energy, which term I did hear from Dr. Young, as perhaps were all, when our confynement was a great, if unbid, noveltie and my mind set to deal with the challenge, as much as I was able. Yet now I am snared by a listlessness and a disinclinacion to action”.
You have been watching my husband and me! We have felt exactly the same. Please don’t stop your musings. They have kept us going and provided much needed amusement, which, alas, I feel we will need for some time to come.

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