At the office all morning. Dined at home alone, my wife being sick of her Mois in bed. Then to walk to Pauls churchyard, and there evened all reckonings to this day. So back to the office and so home. And Will Joyce came with a friend, a Cosen of his, to see me and I made them drink a bottle of wine; and so to sing and read and to bed.

At the office
or at home,
if reckoning day came
in a bottle…
I sing.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 13 May 1662.

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