(Sunday.) All the day busy without my band on, putting up my books and things, in order to my going to sea. At night my wife and I went to my father’s to supper, where J. Norton and Chas. Glascocke supt with us, and after supper home, where the wench had provided all things against tomorrow to wash, and so to bed, where I much troubled with my cold and coughing.
all things go to sea
I went to fat
after we provided
all things
in bed
with my old cough
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 11 March 1659/60.