Marking time in April 2004
Hunched over my little laptop, with a dial-up connection to paradise.net.nz, I realise that broadband connections and high-quality displays spoil your enjoyment of anything less.
I am writing this from New Zealand, where I am installed with my family in a borrowed house. See more about this in my new photoblog House swapping.
Sam Pepys kepys me sane
Daily doses of Samuel Pepys’ diary, administered via the web, put my present frustrations into perspective. Here’s Sam’s entry for 31 March 1661:
At church, where a stranger preached like a fool. From thence home and dined with my wife, she staying at home, being unwilling to dress herself, the house being all dirty. To church again, and after sermon I walked to my father’s, and to Mrs. Turner’s, where I could not woo The. to give me a lesson upon the harpsicon and was angry at it. So home and finding Will abroad at Sir W. Batten’s talking with the people there (Sir W. and my Lady being in the country), I took occasion to be angry with him, and so to prayers and to bed.