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The long road home

22-23 September, in the year of our Lord 2021

Rose, and finding our land lady gone out for the day, it seeming that she is a care Worker, early about her charges (which did further embarress me for my suspition of her), payed the reckoning by a bank Transfer, 65l 7s. 6d. So set out, though the news of the day is that there is a shortidge of fodder for the horses throughout the land. Decided upon a way that did not take us by Loch Lomond, and it mighty good, with no hold ups, so by Styrling at midday, where a great castle upon a hill. And by the Messenger along the way, from Mrs. Macduff, ‘Maybe don’t leave it so long next time?’, which joyed me greatly, to have been in the presence of such fine people, and filled with merry remenescince of such a care free day. Thence by roads less familiar, purposing to return to the city by the north east of England.
  In the journys course my mind turned to ponder upon the prefix ‘e-’, for I heard of e-commerce and of e-Learning, and now Mr. Macbeth hath his e-byke, and it seems now all is an ‘e-something’. But I did retreat from asking Mr. Jones his opinion lest he procure his answer from his favourite Book of Dad Jokes, for we had by then entered Yorkshire. 

 

24 September, in the year of our Lord 2020

Today we did end our journy, and in the evening home, where all well and to my great content; and Banjo did greet me by his jumping upon the table and demanding a great scratching of his ears, and all a-purr. Only that towards home we did see many in their coaches, in great tails all at a stand-still outside ev’ry Purveyer of fodder in the city, there being so few coach men for the deliverie of fodder since we left the Continent that all are stocking up on it, though the First Lord of the Treasurie hath offered a Contrackt to all the coachmen, from Bulgarya to the Doutch, that he will condiscend to let them work here till Christmas day, at which they scoff and stick a finger up at him. Mighty glad to find ourselfs home and without any need of travel, for a few days. In the evening I wrote a letter to Mrs. Macbeth, in gratitude for her Hospitalitty, and sent it as a e-pistle.

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.

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