Two days later and I am home in my beloved London. (I never take my diary to Uncle John's for fear of prying eyes peeking over my shoulder. Too many children around.) Returned from Woolwich with the tide and with a most pleasing waterman.
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The Hidden Plague
Historical Fictionnot as boring as you first might think ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ July 3rd 1665 Aunt Nell came home from the market looking very pale. She overheard two men discussing the Weekly Bills of Mortality. It seems that in the past week 7...
