Dame Akehurst, a-washing for me, dined with me on a piece of beef boiled, an apple pudding and greens. Rec’d of Mr Joseph Burgess 0.15.0; ditto of the widow Page 2.19.0; ditto of Edward Hope 1.11.0, all of which is in full for land and window tax due at Lady Day last.
At home all day. In the evening wrote my London letters. Dame Akehurst lodged at my house. Sam Jenner, coming in late in the evening, took part of my bed.
I am in my mind very uneasy for as I have no person to whom I can trust the management of my affairs, I have many things that sustain loss for want of a more strict examination. Neither is my life as regular as I could wish and desire it was, so that I must acknowledge my life is a continued scene of anxiety. I must still repeat that the thoughts of that valuable woman my wife is daily in my mind though I hope not with any repining at the allwise dispensations of providence, whose ways are always just and merciful.