RyanWrobel

Ryan



God ye, good den journal, Last eve was not a very pleasant sleep, as I did not get ample rest. My reason wherefore is because today is my birthday, as I am turning twenty-five years of age. When I woke up this morning, I made sure to say my morning prayers, and I went downstairs to end my eve-long fast. For a breakfast, I had a wee bit of bread and ale, and then got dressed in my boots, breeches, shirt, jerkin, and hat to go off to church, as today was the holy day, Sunday. I did not have to labor as a hatter, because of the holy day. At church, I always make sure to kneel, sit, or stand devoutly, as it is what a proper Christian should believe. At midday, I met with my betrothed, Martha, to discuss wedding plans. The intention to marry has not been decided, nor announced, but we did decide she shall wear royal blue. I secretly hope to afford to get her a wedding band with the motto, “I am yours, love me truly” inscribed on the inside. After meeting, we decided to go out to an ordinary, where we had a plate of stew, a loaf of bread, and a small pot of ale to share with each other. Once we returned home, Martha put on a veil before we attended the afternoon play. The play was titled //The Two Gentlemen of Verona,// and was very entertaining, as both of us enjoyed it very much. After the play, we met with friends to enjoy a game of my favorite sport, shuttlecock. At dusk, our family and friends arrived in the dining hall for a feast to celebrate my day of birth. The dinner consisted of garlic, lentil, eggplant, apples, cherries, almonds, beef, deer, and trout, and we all enjoyed perry, my favorite drink. The celebration of my birth was much enjoyed by all. I bid thee farewell, Emanual Loddington