This morning were married at our church (with license) Joseph Durrant and Elizabeth Reeve, both of this parish, and they, together with Richard Hope, happening to come just as I was at breakfast, breakfasted with me.
This match appears to me to be one of our country sort; that is, the woman is pregnant if her own word is to be taken for it, and I dare say in affair a woman’s word for once may be taken for fact.
John Piper met a coming in at dinnertime, dined with me on a piece of beef boiled and turnips. A very wet day, and I think never less business in the shop than today. Papered out a bag of nails today.