After breakfast I rode to Pevensey to consult my friend John Breeden about a servant he recommended to me when at our house. I dined there on some cold sparerib, some broiled sausages and a hog’s foot pie with currants in it (my family at home dining on the remains of yesterday’s dinner). I came home about 3:40. In the evening Thomas Cornwell assisted me in bottling off a barrel of beer and he and Thomas Durrant sat a-chatting with us an hour or two in the evening. My wife extreme ill, but I hope not worse.