Night shift

To the finishing of the Treasurer’s accounts this morning, and then to dinner again, and were merry as yesterday, and so home, and then to the office till night, and then home to write letters, and to practise my composition of musique, and then to bed. We have heard nothing yet how far the fleet hath got toward Portugall, but the wind being changed again, we fear they are stopped, and may be beat back again to the coast of Ireland.

a night to write letters
I hear the wind change, stop
and beat again


Erasure haiku derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 21 January 1661/62.

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