January 1, 1419
Dear diary,
My name is Adrian "The Mole". I got this nickname from my friends because my father is a very good friend of our good King, Henry V, and through my father I have access to a wealth of interesting information about what really goes on in the royal household and in the rest of the world. I will try to keep a log of these events among the more personal information I will write down for my own amusement and also that of my descendants, presuming I get any.
I live in Enfield, a small suburb of London, with my father, George, a retired general (due to incontinence). My mother sadly died during my birth so I have no siblings.
We are presently at war with Brittany and Burgundy against the French and their allies, Auvergne, Bourbonnais, Orleans, Provence and Scotland. My father says that we have been at war against them since 1357, but not all the time. There have been truces of shorter or longer duration. Let's hope we can beat them once and for all this time. The Scots have amassed several big armies north of the border, where they outnumber us.
It's beginning to get dark, so I must stop writing for today.
January 2
Today I learned that Castille has declared war upon Granada, a Moslem kingdom at the southernmost end of the Iberian Peninsula. Talking about Moslems, they are not tolerated at all by our King, but then again I think everyone in this country are good Catholics. I also know that in the eastern parts of Europe there are orthodox Christians, whom we tolerate reasonably well. I think we should try to convert these people. Then everyone could live in peace.
I wrote about descendants yesterday. Well, I wouldn't mind getting them with Pandora Biguns. She's the daughter of Joan Biguns, whom my father has been seeing for some time. She was married to a very good friend of my father, a general who unfortunately fell in France recently. He was a very brave man. They called him Henry the Frog Slayer.
But now I must go and eat something. My stomach's screaming like a lovesick owl.
January 3
Last night, I had a most unusual dream. No, it wasn't about Pandora, unfortunately. But that's bound to happen soon enough, I'm sure. I find myself thinking about her a lot.
What I dreamt was that this was all some sort of game, and that it was being played on a very hard setting with everyone else being weaklings. Also, this game was being played with the latest official rules, revision 1.07. I told my father, but he just laughed at me. I suspect he knows more than he's telling me. I wonder if Pandora will laugh at me as well.
Dear diary,
My name is Adrian "The Mole". I got this nickname from my friends because my father is a very good friend of our good King, Henry V, and through my father I have access to a wealth of interesting information about what really goes on in the royal household and in the rest of the world. I will try to keep a log of these events among the more personal information I will write down for my own amusement and also that of my descendants, presuming I get any.
I live in Enfield, a small suburb of London, with my father, George, a retired general (due to incontinence). My mother sadly died during my birth so I have no siblings.
We are presently at war with Brittany and Burgundy against the French and their allies, Auvergne, Bourbonnais, Orleans, Provence and Scotland. My father says that we have been at war against them since 1357, but not all the time. There have been truces of shorter or longer duration. Let's hope we can beat them once and for all this time. The Scots have amassed several big armies north of the border, where they outnumber us.
It's beginning to get dark, so I must stop writing for today.
January 2
Today I learned that Castille has declared war upon Granada, a Moslem kingdom at the southernmost end of the Iberian Peninsula. Talking about Moslems, they are not tolerated at all by our King, but then again I think everyone in this country are good Catholics. I also know that in the eastern parts of Europe there are orthodox Christians, whom we tolerate reasonably well. I think we should try to convert these people. Then everyone could live in peace.
I wrote about descendants yesterday. Well, I wouldn't mind getting them with Pandora Biguns. She's the daughter of Joan Biguns, whom my father has been seeing for some time. She was married to a very good friend of my father, a general who unfortunately fell in France recently. He was a very brave man. They called him Henry the Frog Slayer.
But now I must go and eat something. My stomach's screaming like a lovesick owl.
January 3
Last night, I had a most unusual dream. No, it wasn't about Pandora, unfortunately. But that's bound to happen soon enough, I'm sure. I find myself thinking about her a lot.
What I dreamt was that this was all some sort of game, and that it was being played on a very hard setting with everyone else being weaklings. Also, this game was being played with the latest official rules, revision 1.07. I told my father, but he just laughed at me. I suspect he knows more than he's telling me. I wonder if Pandora will laugh at me as well.
