Wednesday, December 30 1761

In the forenoon my brother Will came to see me and dined with me on the remains of yesterday’s dinner, with the addition of a few rashers of pork boiled. At home all day. Mr Francis Elless spent the afternoon with me and supped with me. We played a few games at cribbage in the evening; I lost 6d. My brother stayed all night. Very little to do all day; a truly melancholy time for trade. Somewhat indisposed today with a sore throat occasioned as I presume by the lodging of a raisin stone in my throat the 21st instant.

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