This morning my thermometer agreed with the forecast - it was just 9° C at 7am. I wonder if it was even colder in the early hours of the morning. Today is forecast to be quite a cool day. The latest revision to the forecast grudgingly says that for one single hour this afternoon the temperature could reach 15° C, but most of the afternoon will be just 14° C. The latest revision has also cut back on the amount of sunshine predicted for today. It is brilliant sunshine now, and has been since sunrise, but the latest revision says it is about to end, and that only sunny spells will resume at 4pm. There might even be a shower at 2pm. This is all an improvement on yesterday, but not as good as forecast yesterday. Tomorrow may be a degree or two warmer than today, but only a grey day, with the odd chance of an occasional shower, is predicted.

  I guess yesterday revolved around my beer delivery from Beer Merchants. I was very surprised that it was going to be delivered just 2 days after ordering it, and I was even more surprised when it arrived at about midday. The last estimated time for arrival was between 12.33 and 13.33. It was by luck than judgement that I had ordered 24 beers, and that fitted in their standard 24 beer cardboard boxes. They even included a free glass. It had "Saison Dupont" on it in a plain font. That wasn't exciting, but it was a very handy size. Being European in origin, it was stamped 33cl - just right for smaller cans of beer.

  It would be easy to say that I should have known what I ordered, but I didn't really. I just scrolled through the lists on their web site, and ticked anything that looked interesting. I had not realised I had ordered two different beers from Delerium. They are very strong fruit flavoured beers, and rather delicious. I sent a picture to Jodie of 6 of the beers I hoped she would be interested in.
  She confirmed that she had not had any of these, apart from the Kasteel Rouge, which apparently she had a lot of last year, since she had been logging all her beers on the untappd website. It is possible that some of the others she might not have had for some years.

  I think it was getting on for 3pm when I woke up after a snooze feeling very cold - probably because it was cold, but maybe not. At that time I had not eaten anything more substantial than a handful of peanuts. I hadn't really intended to fast like that, although it wasn't a bad idea after my morning blood glucose measurement was rather high. I decided that what I wanted was some hot soup, and that is what I had.

  My soup experience was different to usual. The first soup as an Aldi own brand pea and ham. It was different, and possibly in a better way to all the previous cans of the same product that I have eaten. Yesterday's was like it hadn't been cooked enough. The peas were not mushy as usual, but had some "bite" left in them. It was a shock, but I think I liked it. The other soup was a carton of Heinz chicken, rosemary and parsnip. It was a reasonably OK taste, but the consistency was like gruel (or very thin porridge). I couldn't help thinking it was like something to feed invalids or babies. That spoiled it for me. There was also the slight problem that being made by Heinz it's sugar content was a bit higher than most of the soups I choose. I bought that carton, plus a spare I still have to eat, from Aldi a couple of years ago, but it is still "in date".

  While having my soup I watched two more episodes of series 3 of Blake's Seven. Series 3 was the weird season that featured weird paranormal stuff instead of SciFi. I suppose it made for a change to shooting matches between the seven and the federation troops, but I just felt it didn't really fit. While watching it I also had a couple of cans of beer. I had bought them from Tesco, and Jodie wasn't interested. I can't recall her saying they were "minging", but they were. They were cloudy and very tart.

   They appeared to give me a stomach ache, but that could have been triggered by the hot soup increasing the fermentation rate of whatever diabolical chemistry was going on in my gut. I didn't realise it at first, but the discomfort was trapped wind. Once it started to become untrapped I would be surprised if the local neighbourhood didn't know it too. For the rest of the evening, and into the night, I was producing weapons grade farts that no visit to the toilet could cure (until this morning - I hope).

  The odd thing is that even though my stomach was not feeling good, I still wanted some dinner. I had it a bit later than usual, maybe almost 7pm instead of 6pm. I wanted something very nice, but at the same time something that might be OK for my blood glucose. I opted for a couple of lamb leg steaks. They were very nice. It was just a great pity that they shrink so much when cooked - my meal was not as big as it may sound. I had them on a pile of ready mixed green salad leaves with some balsamic dressing.

  I switched from old Blake's Seven recordings to broadcast TV to watch some QI. I watched the 6pm episode on Dave, and then watched some Star Trek when that finished. I went back to Dave to watch more QI at 8.20pm. After that I went to bed to do some more reading before attempting some sleep. It did take a little while to get to sleep, but I did I seemed to sleep really well last night. The temperature was low enough, very much so this morning, to make sleeping under the duvet very pleasant.

  At 5am this morning I woke up for a pee, and turned the heater on low before I got back in bed. I was quite surprised to see the next think I knew was that it was just gone 7am, and time to get up. As usual, almost the first thing I did, after having a pee, and washing my hands thoroughly with soap, was to check my blood glucose. The hand washing both warms my hands to make the blood flow easier, and removes any contaminant like sweat that may give a false reading. I was very happy to see my blood glucose down to 8.1mmol/l. That was low enough to get my average for the month a tiny , weeny bit below my usual monthly average.

  My plans for today were altered by an early morning message from Angela saying that she doubted she would be able to make the pub this Wednesday lunchtime. I'm guessing she is saving herself for a piss-up celebrating her daughter getting a 1st for her university degree. That was announced last night. In some ways it is good not going to the pub at lunchtime because I want to try and go to Sidcup for the MT Pockets jam/open mic night at The Iron Horse tonight. It is going to take a lot of resolve to go out just when I am thinking about going to bed. I predict there is only a 55% chance of me going. The extra 5% over evens is because at least it should be dry, but it is still going to be rather cool tonight.