On this day


This was going to be a posting about how I cricked my back bending over to get something out of the fridge. But then I thought…”No. That is boring. My readers don’t want to know about how I am hobbling around in pain and unable to put my own socks on. I am writing a blog in the great tradition of English diarists like Samuel Pepys and Adrian Mole. I must try harder.”

So I turned to the great journals of the past and looked at what they had written on this day in history…

Samuel Pepys: Sunday 19th February 1665

Lay in bed, it being the Lord’s day, all the morning talking with my wife, sometimes pleased, sometimes displeased, and then up and to dinner. All the afternoon also at home, and Sir W. Batten’s, and in the evening comes Mr. Andrews, and we sung together, and then to supper, he not staying, and at supper hearing by accident of my maids their letting in a rogueing Scotch woman that haunts the office, to help them to wash and scour in our house, and that very lately, I fell mightily out, and made my wife, to the disturbance of the house and neighbours, to beat our little girl, and then we shut her down into the cellar, and there she lay all night. So we to bed.

Adrian Mole: Thursday February 19th


It’s all right for Prince Andrew, he is protected by bodyguards. He doesn’t have Barry Kent nicking money off him. Fifty pence gone just like that! I wish I knew karate, I would chop Barry Kent in his windpipe. It is quiet at home, my parents are not speaking to each other.

(The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, aged 13¾, Sue Townsend 1982)

Diary of Humphrey D., a Norfolk farmer and my great-great-grandfather: Sunday February 19th 1860

A heavy gale of wind from the west with a heavy fall of snow in the afternoon.

I am humbled. The great diarists have noble themes of violence, vengeance, weather events and rogueish Scotch women who haunt the office. I must go and chastise the domestic staff immediately.

One Response to “On this day”

  1. 1 ann

    Well, how disappointing. You’d think one of them would have a washing line story.

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