Saturday 9th July 1811

Dear Diary,
Such a splendid evenings entertainment we beheld yester eve in the magnificent cathedral of Durham. The sheer quality of the horn blowing therein almost moved me to tears. As someone who appreciates a large instrument I was fortunately seated close by Father Smith's enormous organ and was able to admire its intricacies during a lull in the programme. Much of the high society of that fair city had turned out for the event and most were appreciative of such an opportunity though some I noted, of lesser sophistication perhaps, left during the interval dissatisfied with their position in the nave. 
Our day today was most relaxing and sedate. Willow has been busy fingering his pink oboe trying to memorize the melody to the ditty 'My Lagan Love' that we enjoyed last night. After supper he complained of some discomfort and began in earnest to alleviate an itch. Some time later he called upon me and revealed several large ruddy patches upon his skin and even more alarmingly parts of his anatomy were beginning to swell.
I hurried to Clamp's Farm and asked Ned to make haste into Cobbler's Bottom and fetch the doctor.
It cannot have been more than an hour until the Doctors arrival but it seemed to me an eternity. When the rap upon the door finally came I rushed to open it.
The Doctor stepped in and introduced himself;
"I am Llewellyn Dowd. How can I be of assistance Mr Austen?"
I showed him up to Willow's chamber. After a thorough examination Doctor Dowd concluded it to be an aversion to something Willow has ingested and suggested it is most likely to be nuts.
I told him how Willow is fond of nuts and has always handled them well in my presence.
I have to make a list of all the ingredients we have consumed this past week for the Doctor to peruse. He returned to Cobbler's Bottom but gave me an ointment to apply at regular intervals to Willow's skin, on his departure.
Ned shook his head sadly;
" Imagine a man being denied his nuts," he said, "it ain't natural. Can't keep my hands off mine."