Wednesday, 7th February, 1866

A cold, disagreeable morning, some snow, much colder than it was yesterday. Moved my hen and chickens in the office yesterday, and had the weaving room nicely cleaned by Martha. – – Hardie fixed the planks round the kitchen this morning. – – I wrote a page to Bake in Nan’s letter, and am suffering very much with a severe nervous headache. So much so that I couldn’t sleep tonight, and arose and took a sheet of letter paper and wrote several pages more to Bake, but have not finished my letter. – – Hardie killed a duck today. There has been very little snow this winter.