Monday 4th February 1808

Dear Diary,
How strange it is when one looks forward to solitude but when it comes one longs for company. How contrary I am. The Tents have gone and hope to return again after we have been received by them. I shall try to resist that. I think I would rather suffer an evening with Mrs Norris on the joys of embroidery and gladly endure being regaled by Mr Scrote with further tales on the state of his bowels. Soon I am to London and I cannot wait for the distraction and amusement it will bring.