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I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a plain suet pudding and Savoy greens. After dinner I walked down to Halland on some business with Mrs Coates concerning the price of raisins, but did not stay.

Pretty busy all day. Master Jenner, coming in the evening, took part of my bed. In the evening wrote my London letters. A very sharp frost in the morning; a good deal of snow fell in the night, but a very fine sunny day. Ah, the continual disquietude of my mind! What course to steer I hardly know…

…A great deal of snow fell in the night and a very hard rain in the forenoon. Sam Jenner dined with me on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a piece of pork and some turnips. In the evening Thomas Davy and I played a few games of cribbage; I won of him 10d. Sam Jenner took part of my bed, it being so wet the whole day that he could not get home.

I dined on a light pudding and Savoy greens. At home all day. Posted my day book. But a most melancholy time for trade and money. What to do I hardly know.

I dined on a piece of beef boiled and turnips. Paid Richard Heath the 3/- I received for him Sunday last. At home all day, but not very busy. In the evening wrote out some bills.
 

I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of some onion sauce. Mrs Browne drank tea with me, to whom I put out Anne Thomas Vinal to keep for one year from new Lady Day next, for which she is to have 20/- for keeping her, from the parish.

Sam Jenner and I played a few games of cribbage in the evening; neither of us won anything. A very wet day. Oh, a melancholy time! trade prodigious bad and money–none to be got…

Mr John Robinson, servant to Mr Will Margesson, called on me, and I paid him in cash 25.4.0, and the bill value 17.18.0 received of Mr Carman the 12th ult., which leaves due to Mr Willian Margesson on my account of goods £35. I also paid Mr Robison in cash £60 on my account of cash in Mr Margesson’s hands. …

At home all day and pretty busy. Oh, how does the thought of my forever-to-be-remembered wife continually run in my mind. Her charms, her virtues justify the thought she was virtuous, truly virtuous, and that my choice and without any alloy.
 

Mr Porter preaching at Chailey, Mr Chalice, his curate at Ripe, preached at our church. My servant only at church, I being really very ill. Thomas Durrant sat with me all the forenoon. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a plain suet pudding, a piece of a roast goose sent me from James Durrant’s, and cabbage. No service at our church in the afternoon.

Thomas Durrant drank coffee with me. In the evening read 2 of Tillotson’s sermons to Sam Jenner and Thomas Durrant. I being a good deal indisposed, persuaded Sam Jenner to stop all night with me, which he did.

A good deal better thank God than what I was yesterday. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. In the afternoon my brother came over and stayed and drank tea with me… At home all day, but really very little to do. In the evening wrote my London letters. But what shall I do? No trade; no none, no prospect of amending trade–I think it will break my heart!

I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner with the addition of a few greens. At home all day. A very wet day and hardly anything at all to do.

My brother came over to stand the shop for me and dined with me on a piece of beef boiled, an apple pudding and greens. In the afternoon I went to Lewes in company with John Watford; took out a warrant to bring Catherine Jenner before Mr Rideout to swear the father of the bastard child she was delivered of the 25th ult.

I drank tea at Mr Bennett’s and he, myself, John Watford and my brother Richard spent the evening at the White Horse…