still loves London life
Betimes to White Hall where I did discuss with my Lord Falconer and Sir G Hoon the Queen’s navy; though the colloquy was swift ended, there remaining but three vessels and they in dry dock for want of provisioning.
In the evening to the Cockpit where I did see a lewd play which pleased me mightily; was shown to my seat by a wench with electric lanthorn whom afterwards I impressed to dine with me at Mr Conran’s coffee-house upon a leg of mutton, turkey pie, dish of fowl, three pullets and a dozen larks all in a bowl. On borrowing her miniature speaking device established that my femme was not yet returned from her Book Group and took the wench in a cab in Hyde Park where I contrived con mio manu toucher queyntly – puella absolument nihil negat!
Upon my return home found my wife in front of the electrical theatre in the parlour watching drama of four harlots in the New World. She cried, ‘Samuel, here is a most apt title for your coded diary: Sex and the City’. Afterward, she, all complaisant, informed me she had prepared my favourite dinner – leg of mutton, turkey pie, dish of fowl, three pullets and a dozen larks all in a bowl – enjoined me to set to with a will. Meanwhile, femme, inflamed by watching New World harlots, exceeding frolicsome. So at midnight found myself obliged once more to perform same acts that but two hours earlier avec grande passion in the Hackney carriage. And so at last – with troublesome colic and appalling wind – to bed.
