A charming day of quiet day at home, without incident. I made up my arrears in this Diary and took another long walk by the road to Harrow which passes this place, then turning on the bank of the Canal I went on until I got nearly half way to London, thence home through Acton. It threatened rain, but he temperature was warm. Evening, continued Mr Hayward’s extracts from the Diary of a lady of Quality. It is hardly worth reading.