Mary Heath a-washing for us all day and dined with us on some hog chine-bones boiled and pea pudding and turnips. My brother came over in the evening and he and Mrs and Molly Piper drank tea at our house. In the evening wrote my London letters. At home all day, and but little to do. O melancholy time; what will become of me I cannot think, for work hard I cannot, and I think never was trade so dull. Mary Heath lodged at our house.