At home all day… Posted my day book. Between the hours of 10 and 11 o’clock in the forenoon we had a very freak whirlwind for about a minute, and in the afternoon several distant claps of thunder were heard, and in the evening we had several fine showers. James Marchant smoked a pipe with me in the evening. In the morning read part of The Peerage of England. Thomas Cornwell a-boughing my pears in the morning, and he breakfasted with us.