Daily entries from the 17th century London diary
(Lord’s day). Lay almost till noon merrily and with pleasure talking with my wife in bed. Then up looking about my house, and the roome which my wife is dressing up, having new hung our bedchamber with blue, very handsome. After dinner to my Tangier accounts and there stated them against to-morrow very distinctly for the Lords to see who meet tomorrow, and so to supper and to bed.
Temperature: 4°C / 39°F (Jan 1666 avg.)
Seems like everything is perfectly arranged —the house with it’s new blue bedchamber and Sam with his accounts. Let’s see if tomorrow’s Tangier meeting goes as nicely.
Bess hath charms that can sooth the savage (“Ow! Thumb!!” “Sorry, wiggle-puss. Did her lil’ lord wiggle-puss pricke ‘is widdle thumbsie?”) Pepys.
Ralph Josselin’s entry is longer than Sam’s today! And is quite interesting.
Samuell risks a shilling fine [of course that be for nought for his purse now] for not sleeping in his pew, and watching the tresses flow, or be it that the very Rev’s. are still basking in a pest free villages waiting for the good word before helping minds concentrate on the future and the past..