The latest revision to the forecast says there should be sunny spells tight now, but unless my eyes deceive me, there is no sign of the sun now, and it is looking like there won't be any sign of it any time today except a slight chance of the clouds breaking up just in time to see the sun sink below the horizon, and darkness descend. The only positive thing is that much of this afternoon my feel warm at 19° C. Tomorrow may be very sunny, but paradoxically it is probably going to be a couple of degrees cooler.

   Yesterday was relentlessly depressing, thanks to the grey weather. I did nothing, and spoke to nobody all day until mid evening. Actually it is untrue to say I did nothing. I did do a fair bit of reading, and that was something. I also went shopping in Tesco....at least I think that was yesterday morning. It all seems very vague now. At lunchtime I cooked myself an unusual lunch. It was grilled sardines. They were fresh fish rather than tinned, and I don't think I liked them that much.

  I would see those sardines again later ! I waited until almost 4pm before I had some strong booze (whisky). It became a substitute for dinner...sort of. I know that contributed to a later event. It got to about 7pm and I decided I would call Sue to catch up with the latest gossip. As always, it was not my intention to speak for that long, but it turned into another almost 7 hour marathon. While talking I was pouring myself vodkas and diet coke, and slowly got legless.

  The last thing I remember was we ended up arguing about something, and the call finished on a slightly sour note. I don't remember much after that, but I do remember rushing to the toilet to throw up. That is something I haven't done for an awful long time. I am tempted to say the last time was 7 or 8 years ago when I was in a bad mood at a gig, and drank far too many double scotches. On that occasion I threw up on the bus home much to my huge embarrassment. If by some warped sort of interesting, the interesting thing about last night (or more correctly the small hours of this morning) was that most of what I puked up was those sardines, and in particular the black skins on them. Oh well, it makes a change to diced carrots.

  There was one other event last night which was sort of nice. I got a text message from Michael, who I had spoken to earlier in the day. He was asking "was I OK ?". It seems that Angela had contacted him to find out why I had been so quiet recently. I assured him, and then Angela that I was alive and kicking - even if I was on my way to getting very pissed !

  I don't remember going to bed this morning, but the evidence suggests that I just dived in under the duvet, without bothering to take the book off it that I had been reading, and fell into a deep sleep. I have absolutely no idea when that was, but my phone says I finished the phone call sometime around 2am. I still woke up at 7am, but I was very groggy, and obviously still drunk. I doubt I have sobered up even now. The one thing I managed to do, apart from staggering to the toilet for a pee, was to check my blood glucose reading. It was a very satisfactory 8.2mmol/l. That was quite a drop after my 9.6mmol/l yesterday morning.

  After usual early morning routine I went back to bed. I had no trouble getting back to sleep for another 2 hours. I have to admit I feel pretty dreadful still. I am cooking some bacon, but I am sure if I can bring myself to eat it. The main, and probably the only event today apart from a brief sideshow, is that there is going to be more boozing this afternoon. I doubt we will see Michael because he a dentist appointment today, but Jodie should be here. The brief side show is that sometime this afternoon, or early evening, I should be getting a packet from Amazon containing three weird whiskies. The thought of it makes me feel a bit queasy right now, but there is a Welsh whisky, a South African whisky, and an Indian whisky. Today I shall stick to beer, and maybe not too much of it !