Tuesday 26 November 1661
[Unfortunately the entry for today is missing from the Project Gutenberg text, which may mean it’s missing from the 1893 edition of the diary we’re using. I’ve taken the liberty of using the entry from the Latham & Matthews edition of the diary instead, for this day only. P.G.]
Not well in the morning and lay long in bed. At last rise and at noon with my wife to my Uncle Wights, where we met Mr. Cole, Mr. Rawlinson, Norbury and his wife and her daughter, and other friends to the Chine of beef that I sent them the other day, and eat and were merry. By and by I am called to the office, whither I went and there we sat late; and after the office done, Sir Wms both and I and Captain Cock and Mr. Bence (who being drunk, showed himself by his talk a bold foole, and so we were fain to put him off and get him away) we sat till 9 a-clock by ourselfs in the office, talking and drinking three or four bottles of wine. And so home and to bed. My wife and her mayde Dorothé falling out, I was troubled at it.