…I dined on some calf’s liver and rashers of pork fried. At home all day and but very little to do. In the forenoon filled up my land and window tax receipts. In the afternoon posted part of my London accounts and wrote my London letters, as I intend (if nothing more than I at present know of intervenes) going to the fair at Uckfield on Monday next.
In the evening T. Durrant and Joseph Fuller Jr sat with me some time. Set down too much today in the book; nought, nought but credit… an excessively wet afternoon.