Wednesday 9th April 1808

Dear Diary,
Mrs Crutchlow is ill and has taken to her bed. Titty has stepped into the breach but I'll wager she is getting a helping hand from Ned. There was a delicious sticky gingerbread in the parlour for afternoon tea and I confess I had two modest slices. Dinner, however, was not up to the usual standard but I would never voice my opinion for I could do no better and we are grateful for her efforts.
I ventured to the Chapel, this afternoon, to reacquaint my fingers with the Parson's organ. They were quite out of practice and I fumbled about for quite sometime before they eventually found their old rhythm, gliding across it and making those pipes swell.