In the morning my brother called on me in his road to Dicker Fair, but did not stay. After breakfast I went to the sale again, but could not buy anything to my mind, so did not stay any time. My family at home dined on the remains of Tuesday’s dinner, as did I when I came home, on some bread and butter and tea. I spent today 6d. At home all the remainder of the day, and but very little to do. A melancholy time.