Both the weather forecasters I check agree that today will be nothing like the previous two days. The Met Office, as in the screenshot above, gives the most optimistic forecast, but it is going to be one of those days when the weather is changing too fast for a believable forecast. The latest revision predicts 11am and midday may feature sunshine or sunny spells. From 2 to 4pm there is a 30 to 50% chance of light rain. From 6pm the sky might clear to give sunny spells until sunset. It should still be warm with the afternoon temperature reaching 24° C. Tomorrow may reach 25° C, but at the moment the prediction is just a few hours of sunny spells in the early afternoon. At other times it will be grey, but dry.
 
 
  I felt very lazy yesterday morning, and kept putting off going out. I spent a lot of the morning laying on my bed reading. One reason for doing that was it felt so good to lay there with the window open, and sunlight streaming through the window. It felt rather magnificent compared to last month when it was generally cold, dull and wet everyday - or at least that is what it seemed to be, and how I will remember it.

  As I mentioned yesterday, I did have plans for a fairly long walk yesterday, but I ran out of time for that. I still wanted to commit to the second part of my plan, that being to be at The Jolly Farmer pub at 1pm in the hope that Angela would join me. In the end I did a far less ambitious walk that was home to Ladywell, and back home via the pub. To make it a bit more like exercise I walk to Ladywell as fast as I could comfortably walk. I was quite happy that I managed to walk that bit at 3mph. That is a bit slower than what is normally considered walking pace, 5mph, but it seems rare to find anyone actually walking that fast by my observations.

  It was quite a pleasant walk in the hot sunshine. The sun was bright enough to justify using my mirrored sunglasses that look superficially a lot better than you might expect for Poundland sunglasses ! It was quite handy spending some minutes in the cool and shady graveyard of St Mary's church. It allowed me too cool off a bit, and to dry a bit before going in the pub.
  I seemed to take almost all my photos around St Mary's church. This planter with the bright orange flowers was in the Therapeutic Gardens at the rear of the church. Taking the photo from this angle seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it looks crap. Oh well, another lesson learned.
  I'm sure I have noticed this, and a couple of other "olde stylee" lamposts on the path behind the church, but I am not sure if I had taken a snap of one before. Yesterday I did take a snap - this one.
  Right in the middle of the picture there is a moth, or maybe it is a butterfly. I noticed flittering around, and then it settled on the ground. Unfortunately it folded it's wings, and that made i even harder to identify. I have no idea what it could be.

  Just after taking that picture of the moth I sent a text message to Angela saying I would be in the pub if she wanted to join me for a drink. Once in the pub I ordered a pint of Guinness, and before it was fully poured I received a text message from Angela to say she was on her way. Once I got that message I added a drink for Angela to my order. I was only a mouthful into my Guinness when Angela joined me. She seemed to be in an excellent mood, and very happy to see me. It was like the clock had been turned back to days before Covid messed everything up.

  Angela came up with several surprises that gave me great joy. One of the first when she told me how good and healthy I looked. Apparently, as much as anything else, I had a sparkle in my eye. That lead on to discussing how we could do much more exercise in the warm dry days we had both been waiting for. Unfortunately that was not exercising together, but in our own ways.

  Talk of exercise lead on to diet, and I was saying how my diet was so much better now it was time for salads. My next big surprise is when Angela said she would make a proper Greek salad for me if I wanted it. I readily said yes because I know and like her cooking. I reminded her of how I said that the roast beef dinner she cooked for me, back in the time when we were actual lovers, was better than my mum could cook. It was intended to be, and was taken to be a high compliment. It was actually true ! Then Angela said that she wished she could cook me another roast beef dinner, but circumstances....

  Our timing was just about perfect yesterday. We both finished our drinks at the right time for a relaxed walk back to Angela's workplace. It wasn't just the warm sun, but there seemed to be a very definite warmth between us. It is hard to explain, but it felt so good to me, and I am very certain Angela felt it too. When we got outside where Angela works she confirmed that she would bring my Greek salad with her next Wednesday, or if there were any problems on the day she would drop it off to me - presumably at home. I would not be surprised if there was a ring at my doorbell before that.

  I don't know why, maybe I thought it was because I was a bit hot and sticky, but I didn't attempt to give Angela a hug goodbye. I was almost walking away when she called me back to give her a great big hug. It really did feel good, and I headed off home feeling wonderful, but not before taking a picture as I crossed the hospital grounds.
  The Hospital had hired three big shipping containers with built in freezers, the sort for transporting meat across the sea. They were to supplement the storage of dead bodies once the morgue was full. It was an emergency measure on the assumption that Covid would produce a huge pile of dead bodies. I don't know how much use those containers got, but I suspect it was very little. I don't have any current figures, but the last I saw suggested the death toll for Covid was about double that of winter 'flu, but spread out over a longer period of time (and of course there were no deaths from 'flu because they would be automatically be changed to Covid). Regardless of the rights or wrongs of that argument, the fact that one container had already gone the previous day, and that the second of the three was on it's way yesterday, suggests that the death toll of Covid is now very small, and the pandemic is over in London.

  I probably didn't deserve it after just a 1.9 mile walk, but that, and the use by date seemed to be a good enough excuse to cook a couple of lamb shoulder steaks for lunch yesterday. If I hadn't over cooked them they would have been totally delicious, but sadly they were just very nice.  Playing with the few pictures I took, reading some internet IT news, reading my book, and a short snooze made the time slip past very easily until dinner time.

  My dinner was a ham salad dressed with vinaigrette dressing. It would have been nicer with lashings of coleslaw and potato salad, but I am denying myself such luxuries for now. It was pretty nice without them, and that salad, plus the lamb shoulder steaks were almost all I ate yesterday. I think I may have had a small handful of peanuts, and also a chunk of cheese as well. What I nearly forgot to say was that before dinner I checked my blood glucose. It was down to a rather good 6.6mmol/l. It would be good if it could be that low for most of the day, and for most days, but that is unlikely for now.

  I was too happy to worry about yesterday evening being a bit boring, although it wasn't really. I am only saying it was boring because once again there was nothing on TV to grab my attention when I wanted it. (There was stuff later, but I didn't want to wait for it). One thing about last night was that it was very warm. Before trying for sleep I closed my bedroom window because I didn't want to wake up feeling cold in the early hours of this morning. With the window closed it felt very sticky, and it was hard to feel comfortable in bed.

  Nevertheless I think I got to sleep before it got dark. My memories of the night are already sort of hazy. I know I got up several times for a wee, but I have no clear recollection when it was. I feel sure it was in the last few hours that I had loads of dreams. The only dream I have some recollection of concerned the lady next door. She is the one who who tidied my garden, and even painted my front door. Not bad for a lady in her late 60s, and maybe even older. In the dream she decided to rebuild part of the front of her house - because she was bored with being inactive.

  I was hoping that my blood glucose might have been a little lower this morning, but 7.7mmol/l is still pretty good, and judged by the disaster that was last month, was excellent. My disappointment this morning was when I weighed myself. I had hoped to see a tiny drop, but it seems I have put on 100gm since I last checked. On the other hand, before I become despondent about it I have to remind myself that as yet I have not had a morning poo. I feel slightly uncomfortable and so I assume it is going to happen sooner or later, and I would be surprised if I didn't excrete rather more than just 100gm or matter.

  This morning I could potentially go for a short walk, or even go shopping, but not until my bowels feel more comfortable, and even then probably not. The main amusement today will be a boozing session with Jodie. It should be reasonably pleasant because I will probably be supplying most of the beers, and none of them will be nasty cloudy and sour beers !