1st November 1786

Rain. Seth Adamson idiot of this parish hit himself with a hammer to see what it was like and died instantly. In am shot an interesting looking poacher. Visted Leek where a canting dissenting Caledonian preaching was harranging a group of open mouthed yokels. Paused only to jeer and long winded gospel thumper. My mail included correspondence from Mr Jekyll- my slave factor in the Indies. Read in the Courant of curious event of large pike falling out of the sky near Peckham. News of a hurricane in Barbados- many dead. Goiter my man servant was cured today of a pox. Squinting Agnes my other servant served me a peas pudding which being bad I gave to my wife. Item 1 farthing to purgatives