Tuesday 2 September 1662

Up betimes and got myself ready alone, and so to my office, my mind much troubled for my key that I lost yesterday, and so to my workmen and put them in order, and so to my office, and we met all the morning, and then dined at Sir W. Batten’s with Sir W. Pen, and so to my office again all the afternoon, and in the evening wrote a letter to Mr. Cooke, in the country, in behalf of my brother Tom, to his mistress, it being the first of my appearing in it, and if she be as Tom sets her out, it may be very well for him. So home and eat a bit, and so to my lodging to bed.

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Jesse   Link to this

"mind much troubled for my key"

Still, but why? The inconvenience of getting in the office, the security risk, the general principle, or just the damn hassle of it all?

Tony Eldridge   Link to this

"mind much troubled for my key"
Or does he keep his £686 19s 2d savings under the bed? A little carelessness in those days could be disastrous.

Australian Susan   Link to this

It's the office key he has lost, not the house key. But we don't know where he has stashed his coins. Maybe in the "further cellar" which has been used before to store money. Maybe in the office somewhere, but that does not seem to be regarded as particularly safe (no nightwatchman). Actually, I am wondering if there was a porter or similar for the whole Navy Office complex of houses and office, which is built round a courtyard so presumably had limited entrances. (But Sam speaks of a back door to his house, so maybe the security isn't that crash hot.) Are there any plans of this set of buildings in L&M?

Peter   Link to this

Don't forget the ha'penny, Tony.

Robert Gertz   Link to this

"Cook(e)ing" things along for Tom, eh successful bro?

Yes, I have just won the worst pun of the year award, thank you.

Isn't there a porter at the complex gate for the Naval Office who locks up at night? I remember, Tomalin I think, saying it was an early example of a gated community.

(Linda F, hope you're ok)

Terry F,   Link to this

No mention today of yesterday's social vexations -- the meeting of the higher powers, and the vexations Elizabeth had written about -- she walks! she talks! reads and writes!

Though today San does not dine alone, he does not mention wine.

(Like others, I sometimes find what he does NOT mention of considerable curiosity.)

Jeannine   Link to this

The only thing worse than Sam having lost his key is that Elizabeth isn't around to see him do something that he'd be chiding her for had she done the same. Oh for her to sit on the sidelines and to hear her say, "it's okay Sam dear, now you're human, just like the rest of us"....

Robert Gertz   Link to this

No doubt our boy wrote his girl to tell her of the amusing incident. (I'm trying hard to keep a straight face on that one.)

Cumgranissalis   Link to this

There be a Official Greeter of the finer persons, he be paid officially, I doth Believe 25L a year, all found, plus a little gratuity for sevices rendored to getting 'me Lady' onto the Coach and not dirty her anklets and how well he tells one and all the candle time. Of course he [Sam that is] will have to hand over a farthing for the walk from the street, across the Quad, inserting a key and then unlocking the ofice, Sam will feel bad about that expense, now that he be counting his 'apences.

Cumgranissalis   Link to this

The domestic staff of the Board consisted of a Messenger, a Housekeeper and a Labourer
http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.asp?com....

Robert Gertz   Link to this

Sam seems a bit edgy...Being forced to move to the "lodgings" and secure his goods in the unfinished house, perhaps.

Linda F   Link to this

Yes, this entry has an edgy mood: terse, flat, all business. Not a clue describing those temporary lodgings, and would not think lunch with the Sirs William very congenial: both (at this point) still ensconced and no doubt presenting to SP a united unspoken front dedicated to keeping him civilly and deliberately in what they are determined shall remain his place. And Coventry and Montagu engaged in other things, at the moment, than appreciating Sam. Must have been much easier for him to make progress without both Sirs William about.

Current events bring home the far-reaching effect of diligence by a single soul (Sam). He is (while a cultivated man of parts) a sort of naval bureaucrat (before the term was coined) bent on reforming negligence and abuse in the supply of naval stores and certain related contracts (among other things), if not exclusively for unselfish motives (i.e., wants to advance; loves to learn and make things happen; wants to expose Sir William B.). But over time, the effect of small efforts and duty-at-the-post can make all the difference far, far down the line in ways we never imagine and won't know until we reach infinity. We need more Sams!

Robert Gertz, thanks for your good wishes: we Louisianians try to think of ourselves as emigres and not refugees. It's a cross between the diaspora of Acadians expelled from Canada and those fleeing Paris in the Reign of Terror. As our ancestors probably said then, by the grace of God, we are alive. Thanks again.

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