In the forenoon Mr George Tomlin’s son, a hop-factor in Southwark, called on me. We walked down to Mr French’s, where we stayed about half an hour; he informs me hops in Kent are like to be very indifferent… At home all day. About noon we had a very hard shower of rain, which makes this the 22nd day on which we have had rain successively… In the afternoon read part of Gay’s Fables. Thank God pretty busy all day, but a melancholy time for money, it being almost impossible to get in any debts, and where I owe anything, people press hard for their money. Oh, my easy temper! My wife extremely lame with her leg again.