September 2nd, Lordsday. Sunday. And so to bed. An early night for me but not for you, Jane. There's a lot of work to do for tomorrow's feast. What have you got for our dinner party?

Beef and venison to start with, and then my pies and tarts.

Excellent!

And that funny round thing wrapped in muslin. Did it really come from Italy?

Ah, my Parmesan cheese yes, all the way from Italy. Delicious! Let's not share it with tomorrow's guests a few good pies will suffice. Good night Jane!

Good night Mr Pepys. Does he realise how late I'll have to stay up now? I'm often awake at midnight as there's always cakes and bread to bake for the morning. But I won't get much sleep tonight, what with the extra pies and puddings for the feast to prepare. Mind you, it's like that all over London. Over in Pudding Lane, Thomas Farriner, the King's baker, has already filled his large oven full of pies and puddings ready for the morning. Oh well, best get started.

Mister Pepys's dinner party must be catered for tomorrow,

So I stay up late preparing, well into the night.

Nearly three o'clock, when all the house was sleeping,

Quite by chance I happened to be peeping

From an upstairs window, and I saw the sight.