No service at our church in the morning, Mr Porter preaching at Laughton. In the morning my brother came over and borrowed my horse. In the afternoon my friend George Richardson called on me in his road to Waldron, but did not stay. Mr Stone paid my wife another visit and let her blood. Dame Hook dined with us on a pig roasted and bread sauce. In the afternoon my good friend George Richardson called on me in his way home and stayed and smoked a pipe or two with me. Our servant only at church in the afternoon. In the evening read two of Sherlock’s sermons. My wife really very ill. A melancholy time.