Episode Nine, in which I am not amused

Spent all morning reviewing candidates for the recently vacated chaplaincy position. Apparently the poor fellow's body was found in the moat.
Then I had the displeasure of receiving a delegation of burghers. It seems the supply of coin is low and this is a great hindrance to trade. On enquiring where all the recently minted coin had gone, I was informed that it was in Antwerp, in the hands of silk, tea and wine merchants. I must admit that this came as something of a shock. Can't we sell them something to get our coin back, I asked. What about fish? Our waters are surely teaming with fish. Why aren't our fishermen putting to sea? It really is quite appalling to see how much the comfortable life has eroded the people's vigour.
In a foul mood, I set aside my crown, pulled on my hodden grey, and set out to meet up with some sailing fellows in a hostelry in the hope of finding my good humour. Traditional Ale House, my arse. They had one cask beer and it went off. I need to start putting some stick about.