Green house

This morning going to my father’s I met him, and so he and I went and drank our morning draft at the Samson in Paul’s Churchyard, and eat some gammon of bacon, &c., and then parted, having bought some green Say for curtains in my parler. Home, and so to the Exchequer, where I met with my uncle Wight, and home with him to dinner, where among others (my aunt being out of town), Mr. Norbury and I did discourse of his wife’s house and land at Brampton, which I find too much for me to buy.
Home, and in the afternoon to the office, and much pleased at night to see my house begin to be clean after all the dirt.

A rank yard
and part green in my parlor
where I am out
of land and pleased
to house the dirt.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 21 June 1661.

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