In the parliament house, it is rowdy. No one member can agree with anything another says. If one says hot the man next to him immediately shouts cold. I despair of all of them but as usual I have little desire to be here, only duty and a will to get things done that should be done.
“I want further plantations in Ireland,” I remind them. “In all the previously designated locations.”
They will not refuse me, but will they get on with it and pass all the necessary legislation? I have other things on my mind, though, as I take my leave and call for my litter to take me back to Greenwich. The streets are quiet on the way back and most of the people we pass are silent. Most doff their caps or bonnets but there is no cheering.
At Greenwich, I go straight to my presence chamber where I will hav
