In the morning I rode to Lewes (in company with Joseph Durrant) to talk with Mr George Verral on some business of Mrs Virgoe’s, but Mr Verral not being at home, I could do no business on her account. I dined at Mr Madgwick’s on a roasted pig (my family at home dining on the remains of Sunday’s and yesterday’s dinners with the addition of some bloated herrings)… Master Durrant and I came home about 6:20, though I cannot say either of us thorough sober. I think this to have been as wet a day as could well be, for I think it has rained all day without any intermission.