My people came to bed, after their sporting, at four o’clock in the morning; I up at seven, and to Deptford and Woolwich in a gally; the Duke calling to me out of the barge in which the King was with him going down the river, to know whither I was going. I told him to Woolwich, but was troubled afterward I should say no farther, being in a gally, lest he think me too profuse in my journeys.
Did several businesses, and then back again by two o’clock to Sir J. Minnes’s to dinner by appointment, where all yesterday’s company but Mr. Coventry, who could not come. Here merry, and after an hour’s chat I down to the office, where busy late, and then home to supper and to bed. The Comet appeared again to-night, but duskishly.
I went to bed, leaving my wife and all her folks, and Will also, too, come to make Christmas gambolls to-night.
in the wool of the river
I should be profuse
journey anywhere at home
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 27 December 1664.