Thursday, March 5 1761

In the forenoon my brother came over and dined with us on a piece of beef boiled and greens and a raisin suet pudding. In the forenoon my uncle Hill called on me, but did not stay any longer than just breakfasting. Rec’d of my brother today in cash the £1 which he omitted sending me the 2nd instant… At home all day. My wife, poor creature, very ill. Ah melancholy daily repetition!

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