Thursday 18 August 1664 Dined alone at home, my wife going to-day to dine with Mrs. Pierce, and thence with her and. Mrs. Clerke to see a new play, “The Court Secret.” My wife says the play she saw is the worst that ever she saw in her life. My own wife and I slightly differ on whether to stay watching a bad movie. I'm normally out after 10 minutes whereas she wants to see it through to the end...
Month: August 2017
By royal decree, I declare today to be Saturday – country life in 3D
Wednesday 17 August 1664 Here I walked long with Mr. Pierce, who tells me the King do still sup every night with my Lady Castlemayne, who he believes has lately slunk a great belly away, for from very big she is come to be down again. I love Pepys' fulsome description of a lady (quite high up in the society of the day) who has apparently lost weight. Anyway, today is officially Friday but since...
Tempests, the quietness of creativity, synchronistic timing
Tuesday 16 August 1664 Pepys writes in his usual graphic manner about being woken by a storm and then torrential rain. Wonderful obervations. Click on the link above. It is a pity that we have lost the art of storytelling and thus the ability of the brain to conjure up images is seldom used to full potential. Instead, we have imagery thrust upon us (Thank you William Shakespeare for the use of...
Dealing with sorrow – how to write persuasive material
Monday 15 August 1664 ..and there discoursed with Mrs. Blagrave about her kinswoman, who it seems is sickly even to frantiqueness sometimes, and among other things chiefly from love and melancholy upon the death of her servant, [Servant = lover] insomuch that she telling us all most simply and innocently I fear she will not be able to come to us with any pleasure, which I am sorry for, for I...
The ideal gardening job
Sunday 14 August 1664 ..He gone, comes Mr. Herbert, Mr. Honiwood’s man, and dined with me, a very honest, plain, well-meaning man, I think him to be; and by his discourse and manner of life, the true embleme of an old ordinary serving-man... ...By and by comes W. Joyce, in his silke suit, and cloake lined with velvett: staid talking with me, and I very merry at it. He supped with me; but a...
Slow to get the message – a colourful day trip to Bristol
Today's the day when I must take my Volvo in for service. There is a noise like crickets chirping, and various miscellaneous warning lights reprimanding me from the dashboard. There are times when I tend to be judgemental. Today was one of those times. I arrived to find a scene of some chaos and confusion. There was only one person at the service reception and she seemed to be having difficulty...
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