Today I reblog one of the dry satirical offerings from my son Jamie’s very funny blog: The Lower Strangling Chronicles. I happen to know the inspiration for this particular episode: a delightful pub not far from the Tower of London called The Hung, Drawn and Quartered, with a quote from Samuel Pepys’ diary on the wall.
In the morning, I went out to Charing Cross, to see Major–General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could in that condition.
Newly-turned-eleven-year-old Eleanor Peterson closely examined the 362 year old diary, completely forgetting the world around her.
Ever since she’d received the Diary of Samuel Pepys from her parents for her 11th birthday that morning, she’d been so engrossed in it that she’d forgotten that she’d had other presents to open.
“Are you going to open any other presents, darling?” Sarah said.
Eleanor said nothing, still transfixed by the diary.
“I think we’ve lost her, love.” Dave said.
“Hmm,” Sarah replied.
“Nerd.” Will said.
“Don’t say things like that about your sister, Will.” Sarah said.
“But she is, just staring at that leather book like that. It’s weird.” Will said.
After a while, Eleanor…
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