Sunday 20th April 1808

Dear Diary,
I have remained abed for much of the day awaiting, with certainty, the arrival of the fever that must, surely, come following my hallucination upon the Knob yesterday, but this evening I found myself quite well and ventured down for some jugged hare. After the meal I assisted Mrs Crutchlow with the removal of the crockery to the scullery only to seek a moment to ask if she had ever heard of or had lunch on the Zeta Boo. She raised an eyebrow and gazed upon me with such a look of concern, then shook her head slowly. "No matter," I breezed, "I doubt they jug a hare as well as you."