Thursday 19th August 1665
The plague has come upon us and some of my best friends have been dropping like flies. Just a week ago today I had to bury my mother as I’m now under the strict eyes of my father, I fear I will die of the plague as well. William Mompesson told us to stay in our town. We were thinking of moving, but I don’t think I will now.
Saturday 16th October 1666
Months have passed and I’m getting a big spot.
Wednesday 14th November
My father has departed us.
[Cough. Cough]. The manuscripts ends here.