All change

It's gone very cold and we've retreated into the sitting room to watch The Cube whilst eating a pizza. 

We've been helping Jem and Ian to move this afternoon. They've  left the horrors of Streatham and are now in the relatively civilised confines of Totteridge and Whetstone, which is only a ten minute drive from us. 

Their new flat is lovely; incredibly light and very open plan. It's part of a  1960s block, which would have been very fancy when it was first built. Many of the original features are still there, including sliding internal doors and enormous picture windows. 

There's nothing else to say about today. I'm just trying to relax so that I can face my incredibly busy week in Manchester with properly recharged batteries.

Wednesday 4th June, 1661, and Pepys went to Whitehall by boat with the two Sir Williams. At Westminster Stairs, where the boat was moored, Pepys discovered the corpse of a man who'd drowned in the Thames the day before. One assumes, in those days, it was no one's problem, so the corpse, like the heads of traitors on various spikes across the city was probably merely left to rot, or kicked back into the river to float somewhere else. 
 
Pepys went to his painter to collect his wife, who was also having her portrait done. They went to the theatre, but arrived too late for the show, and Pepys wasn't feeling too good (describing himself as being a bit "out of tune") so they went home and read until bedtime.