…In the morning I rode to Lewes to meet Mr Stephen Fletcher, servant to Mr Sam Ridings, in order to buy some Manchester goods. I breakfasted with him at the White Horse in company with my brother. I called and did some business with Mr Madgwick and came home about 12:15. In the forenoon my late servant Mary Martin came to see me and dined with me on the remains of yesterday’s dinner, with the addition of a roasted chick, and stayed and drank tea with me and also stayed all night… A very frosty day. Betsy Bridgman also drank tea with me. Dull, extreme dull is trade.