279. Robert Bloomfield to Hannah Bloomfield, 24 October 1812*
Mr Binley wrote yesterday enough to put you on your guard against expecting me home for a certainty. I have been miserably plagued, And cannot do what I wanted. London consists of one universal ferment and complaint, the want of money. I have drawn on Crosby, and hope to have cash on monday morning, and to return on Tuesday. I cannot do what I wanted, (get ready money for Davy,)  and shall bring him home again. A new edition of the 'Wye' is wanted directly, and the rest sell well. I am afraid I shall not see Mr Park. Aunt Bet was well by the last news lately recieved. Mr Binley talks of coming down with me, and I had rather he would not just now, I have much to say to you, am glad particularly that you replied firmly to his last. I have matchd the frock. And wish very much that I could be home on your birthday, but this you see cannot be! I never yet was half so disgusted with London. If my health and spirits were not greatly amended by living in the country, and by overcoming the horrible and destroying grief which I sufferd from domestic troubles, I should certainly sink under my load, and rashly sell my property in the books, and forswear London for ever. God bless you all.
Your Cheated, and bamboozled Father,