Privilege

With Sir G. Carteret and both the Sir Williams at Whitehall to wait on the Duke in his chamber, which we did about getting money for the Navy and other things. So back again to the office all the morning. Thence to the Exchange to hire a ship for the Maderas, but could get none. Then home to dinner, and Sir G. Carteret and I all the afternoon by ourselves upon business in the office till late at night. So to write letters and home to bed. Troubled at my maid’s being ill.

I am white:
getting money for thin ice

made in an afternoon
(by elves?)

till a bed
bled my maid.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 15 March 1661/62.

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