mender of heavy canvas, of Kuttenberg
“I am just trying to stay out of the bloody cold and mind my own business.”
Things Anne had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the second Tuesday in May, at Vespers
Eleanor sent another bloody stranger to look in on me today. I told him to piss off. She is no mother of mine and she should mind her own business. Christ almighty, a woman cannot even rest against a wall without some busybody poking her.
Nota scribaeDictated at the ale-house. She laughed loudly at the end, though I saw no joke.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Easter has come and gone, and the town has not paid us a single groschen for the mending. You cannot drink a gambeson, can you? I took the heavy canvas to the ale-wife. If Edith wants the value of it, she can ask the town bailiff.
Laetare Sunday, at Sext
Edith is nagging me again for those heavy tailor's shears she lent me at Candlemas. I still need them to cut stray threads, and besides, she owes me for past favours. She can wait a little longer.
Give them back, Anne. You are not even working, you are just sitting on the bench.
Nota scribaeShe was slurring her words and dropped my inkwell.
the Monday after Ash Wednesday, at Compline
Spent the day on the bench with Annabel. The Hungarian soldiers are camped outside the walls and everyone is weeping about the bread prices, but the ale is still flowing. If you have a spare coin, come find us.
You should go home and wash, Anne. You are covered in mud.
Candlemas, at Prime
The chest fever took my mother Emma in the night. The cellar is so bloody quiet now. I cannot bear it. I am going to the ale-house until the silence stops ringing in my ears.
May the Lord grant her peace. She was a fierce woman and a true friend to us all at the dye-vats.
Nota scribaeThe woman wept openly while speaking.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
Your mother Emma asked me to watch over you. You will freeze in the mud if left alone.
I would rather freeze than listen to your endless clucking.