In the morning one of my servants went to see her friends. Myself only at church in the morning… I dined on a piece of beef boiled and two chickens roasted, carrots and cabbage. In the afternoon myself and servant at church…
Sam Jenner came home with me and drank tea with me, to whom I read part of Young’s Night Thoughts. In the evening read two of Tillotson’s sermons. Oh, how impossible it is for my pen to describe or even (I think) imagination to paint my unpleasant situation: not a friend with whom I can spend one pleasant hour; my affairs at sixes and sevens; my expenses very high; trade dull; and no prospect of any amendment.