In the morning rode to Hartfield to see my wife, whom to my great relief I found quite ill. I dined at Hartfield with my father Slater etc. on a loin of veal roasted and a gooseberry pudding (my family at home dining on some calf’s liver and rashers of pork fried). I stayed and drank tea with my wife and came home about [??]. Spent only 2d for the turnpike. Not at church all day, but my servant and niece at home assure me they have been there both forenoon and afternoon.