My old servant Mary Martin came to see me in the forenoon and dined with me on the part of the neck of mutton bought today roasted in the oven and a batter pudding under it and remains of yesterday’s dinner.
In the afternoon my brother Will came to see me, and he, together with my late servant and Ann and Sal Prall, who had bought many things in the shop, drank tea with me. My late servant and my brother stayed all night. At home all day and pretty busy. But oh, that melancholy gloom that hangs on my brow, a gloom that almost I think has worn me to my native dust!