Friday 8th July 1811

Dear Diary,
I am plagued with flies and I blame Harry Balls!
I am certain that a large number of his aerial entourage have, following his regular meanderings to Knob End, taken it upon themselves to retrace the route to my door. I dare not go outside for their constant buzzing about my ears is most vexing.
If God indeed created the World and all therein, what was He thinking when He created a fly? If the task had been left to me I would have created something much more agreeable and presentable, with colour like a buuterfly and with similar grace. If there had to be an accompanying noise then a tiny choral soprano voice with the ability to harmonise with others would be much more pleasant.
We are to Durham tonight for entertainment in its great Cathedral. There shall be song and music and a large number of gentlemen blowing horns.
I cannot think of a better way to spend an evening on a Friday!