In the morning wrote my London letters. I dined at Mr Porter’s in company with himself, wife and two sons, Mrs Atkins, John and Mrs French, Mrs Fuller and Mr and Mrs Walls on a fine dish of carp, a green neat’s tongue and turnips, a rump of beer a la daub [?], a hot chicken pasty, a roast turkey and bread puddings. My family at home dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner.
We stayed and spent the afternoon there, and drank tea and coffee and in the evening played at cards, Mrs Walls and myself playing at whist against Mrs French and Mrs Atkins, but we neither won nor lost. We also stayed and supped with Mr Porter on 2 chickens boiled, 2 ducks roasted, the remains of the tongue and pasty left at dinner and gooseberry tart. We stayed till about 11:15 and came away sober. I gave Mrs Porter’s servant one shilling.