My brother walked with Mr Bannister his round today. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. Dame and Thomas Durrant drank tea with me. My brother came about 6:30, very much in liquor and having spent every farthing of money in his pocket, and, having fallen down, and the misfortune to dislocate the great bone of the arm, but his companion Mr George Bannister had the presence of mind immediately to pull it into place again. So of a misfortune I think this may be deemed good fortune.
At home all day. The trouble I have with my relations and my own folly makes me quite insane.