At the office all the morning and after that home, and not staying to dine I went out, and in Paul’s Church-yard I bought the play of “Henry the Fourth,” and so went to the new Theatre (only calling at Mr. Crew’s and eat a bit with the people there at dinner) and saw it acted; but my expectation being too great, it did not please me, as otherwise I believe it would; and my having a book, I believe did spoil it a little.

The Diary of Samuel Pepys OTD: Friday 28th March 1662

“At home all the morning, and dined with my wife, a good dinner. At my office all the afternoon. At night to my chamber to read and sing, and so to supper and to bed.”

actually i need everyone on here to see this too

help i’m in london w my dad and he keeps pointing at buildings and saying ‘there used to be a coffee shop here’ but by ‘used to be’ he means. in the seventeenth century

He praised me for the dinner, and rewarded Jane for her service at table with a kiss I did not envy her. He had eaten most of the prawns and anchovies, washed down with so much drink that in bed I made him lie with his face to me.

started off as a warmup but i couldnt stop LMAO

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This top:

These jorts:

plus a dinosaur bucket hat.

I'M JUST SAYING.

Sighing deeply

Pepito just came up to Foolish, said 'awelo' and dropped this

Apparently I'm in the mood to draw baby animals and their adorable pet-parents

I'm glad this visual gag made it in

late night (at least for me, duh) post

I dined at home, and after dinner I went to the new Theatre and there I saw “The Merry Wives of Windsor” acted, the humours of the country gentleman and the French doctor very well done, but the rest but very poorly, and Sir J. Falstaffe as bad as any.

The Diary of Samuel Pepys OTD: Saturday 27th March 1669

“Anon to supper and to bed, my head a little troubled with the muchness of the business I have upon me at present. So to bed”

would you play a round of cards with death?* *(in pepi form)

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Colored them !! Thought about naming them Pepy ? Perhaps ? Still unsure but yeah here's my fnaf oc

They have their own show, and perform various tricks like you would see in a circus

They were actually an animatronic who would tutor children but something happened and they were out of commission for a while

They still have the teacher code programmed into them, so they info dump at any given moment about anything

Flat colors under the cut

in the London Library

Alphabetisation is your friend.

it is the friend who, sensing you tire of Timothy Morton and are plagued still by a short story set in Hinchingbrook Park, recommends you go in search of your last successful local introduction -- Victor Serge, alongside of whom sits: Gemma Seltzer (to finally tell the ventriloquist dummy story you have been waiting for ever since that ride home from Deptford) and Ponsonberry Senior (if you recall correctly) whose "Diary of Mrs. Pepys" certainly relieves you of the burden of some sort of serialized Samuel, for it (the fictionalised diary of Elizabeth Pepys, a wondrous character) is the best enjoyment you will receive as a legacy of that annual celebration of 'his' stone-day. And atop the Diary sits "She Married Pushkin," so you take her out for a smoke, since she (not the titular she, but the long-lost Goncharoff she plagued by the need to finish her own serialised life of the long gone) reckons Natalia should have as much of a say as Elizabeth. And though Natalia had the more glamorous oaf, Elizabeth gets all the good lines.

You don't know all that immediately but you will, once you cast off Seltzer and Serge and, waylaid by "Ness", which grabbed you just as you were leaving and, truth be told, does sweep you off your feet for the rest of the dance because for a 40 minutes you really don't need anything else but McFarlane on Orford (not Loch).

But Elizabeth Pepys and Natalia Pushkina have been great mates over this 'arctic' (let's face it, it doesnt mean what it used to mean) December.

As kindred spirits as alphabetisation itself.