Monologue

(Lord’s day). Up and to church, my house being miserably overflooded with rayne last night, which makes me almost mad. At home to dinner with my wife, and so to talk, and to church again, and so home, and all the evening most pleasantly passed the time in good discourse of our fortune and family till supper, and so to bed, in some pain below, through cold got.

rain makes a mad din all evening

time is our tune


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 4 October 1663.

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