My house being this day almost quite untiled in order to its rising higher. This night I began to put on my waistcoat also.
I found the pageant in Cornhill taken down, which was pretty strange.
To Thames Street along with old Mr. Green, among the tarr-men, and did instruct myself in the nature and prices of tarr, but could not get Stockholm for the use of the office under 10l. 15s. per last, which is a great price.
I did discourse with Mr. Turner about the faults of our management of the business of our office, of which he is sensible, but I believe is a very knave.
I told Mr. Turner my whole mind, and how it was in my power to do him a discourtesy about his place of petty purveyance, and at last did make him see (I think) that it was his concernment to be friendly to me and what belongs to me.
I set about taking down my books and papers and making my chamber fit against tomorrow to have the people come to work in pulling down the top of my house.
Having by some mischance hurt my cods, I had my old pain all yesterday and this morning, and so kept my bed all this morning.
Up by five o’clock, and put things in my house in order to be laid up, against my workmen come on Monday to take down the top of my house, which trouble I must go through now, but it troubles me much to think of it.
Fell to discourse of business and regulation, and do think of many things that will put matters into better order, and my heart rejoices to see Mr. Coventry so ingenious, and able, and studious to do good, and with much frankness and respect to Mr. Pett and myself particularly.
Then to the Ropeyard, and there viewed the hemp, wherein we found great corruption, and then saw a trial between Sir R. Ford’s yarn and our own, and found great odds.
