Sunday 4th May 1808

Dear Diary,
I was quite the centre of attention at Chapel today. I noticed the furtive glances of many and whispered conversations ceased as I passed. How unfair is it, that after my efforts for good I should be portrayed in an unjustifiably bad light? Even the ladies from Cobbler's End were hesitant to converse with me after the service.
I felt like a Martyr and only I knew why it was thus. Walking out of the Chapel grounds, I noticed Titty and her Father, Farmer Clamp deep in conversation.
"Et tu, Titty?" I said as I passed. They both paused and looked at me, bemused.
"Pardon Mr Austen?" said Farmer Clamp, " We're just talking bullocks 'ere."