Sent Mr John Crouch enclosed in a letter by Ben Shelley…£10. Sam Jenner breakfasted with me and stayed and assisted me in the killing of my hog.
Mary Durrant, buying some things in the shop, dined with me on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of some hog’s liver fried. At home all day, but very little to do.
What shall I do? Which way to act, or what course to pursue I cannot think; my prudence is not sufficient to direct me in a proper method. Oh, may I have the virtue of fortitude to pursue that which shall be most agreeable to sedate and calm reason!