Up, and all the morning and most of the afternoon within doors, beginning to set my accounts in order from before this fire, I being behindhand with them ever since; and this day I got most of my tradesmen to bring in their bills and paid them. Dined at home, and busy again after dinner, and then abroad by water to Westminster Hall, where I walked till the evening, and then out, the first time I ever was abroad with Doll Lane, to the Dog tavern, and there drank with her, a bad face, but good bodied girle. Did nothing but salute and play with her and talk, and thence away by coach, home, and so to do a little more in my accounts, and then to supper and to bed.
Nothing done in the House yet as to the finishing of the bill for money, which is a mighty sad thing, all lying at stake for it.
the door beginning from this hand
is most of my road
in and then out
the first time I was a dog
I did nothing but play
with nothing yet at stake
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 26 October 1666.