The shortest month, shortened

10 February, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, it a brave morning, and at a half past ten a-clock took in my coach for a final repare (or so it is to be hoped), they very solicitous in the matter, that it hath taken so many attempts. All done very quick, so home by noon. In the afternoon to the office, where organised my interview at the Conservatoire.


14 February, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up betimes, and by a quarter-past 8 at St. Judes hospitalle for a pre-operative Assessment, which all done, that is to say, attencion to samples of the blood humour levels and the tension in my vessles, home for breakfast. Removed dead voal from under bed.


21 February, in the year of our Lord 2022

This week very stormy, with three great storms hard, one upon the other, so that I feared for my slates, and that some great damage be done by the falling of trees in the garden, but, thanks be to God, all withstood it. By delivery today, a letter of appointment for Day case Chirugerie, which is to be 9th April, which I perceived to be a Saturday but think the reason a recouping of delays from the Covey plague. Abroad, all a-gossip about the Duke of Yorke, who is set upon the payment of a fortune to a woman that accused him of great and salacious misconduct, the amount being said as much as 100000l, which seems a lot to pay to a person he said he never met.


24 February, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and all are agog to hear the news put about by the cryer, that while we slept soldiers from Russia envaded the Cossack lands, as all feared; and in the gazette the pages with no other news but this, only too much full of speckulation, I think, with one who says that the Cossacks will not fight, another that their leader will flee, and another that the Emperor is mad and hath started a war that will engulf all Evrope. After supper I took down my globe and turned it to seek the citys they write of, for I know as little of them as Samerkand or Timboktu, and by candle light and the aid of my hand lens found marked there Kiev, and Lvif, and Oddesa on the Black Sea, and considered in somber mood the borders of Russia, and where it might eye next. 


28 February, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up, and after dressing, by my coach to visit my father, whose birthday is today, being ninety-two years. But on the way hailed by a Messenger, so drew the coach to a halt, and found the message to be that within some few days I must attend for a Covey test, this being the requisite for my day Case admission, and that after it I must isolate myself — only there is some confusion when I protest that today is a long way from the ninth of April. My father I found in good spirits, and my mother also, and he said to me that had been to the shops, and his chest the better for some spring air. After an early supper, finished by six a-clock, before Leanne come to put my mother to bed, discoursed a little upon the affaires in Foreyne Parts, which is on the lips of all, and how we are admiring of the leader of the Coassack lands, Mr. Silenski, who, so far from fleeing, hath said (or so it is reported) that what he needs is ‘weapons, and not a coach to take him away from there’ (or some such), and there is now an opinion, which is pretty general, that is fulsome in praise of him, that the leader of a country should rise so fully to what his people deserve (while ours for his part awaits Mrs. Gray’s report and the findings of the Constabulary). Went away merry and thankful to God find my father in such health. Late home, and so to bed. 

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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