We dined on a pigeon pudding. After dinner I rode over to Framfield. From thence I rode to Chailey to inform my brother Richard that myself and Moses intended to go up to Chiddingstone on Tuesday next. When I came to Mr George Beard’s, I found him absent, being in London, and his wife a-visiting; one child at home very ill, the other cross and sufficiently employing one servant to look after it; the other servant a-brewing; a mantua-woman there at work, and my brother as full as he could turn his hands in the shop. Oh, strange confusion! But however, I stayed and drank tea and came home about 8:15. I called at Isfield to bespeak some oatmeal.