Today will be another very cold day. My thermometers generally agree it is currently 0.8° C (but one says 0.5° C).  From the start of the afternoon the temperature should rise to 4° C, but it will quickly fall back to 2° C at sunset. At the moment the sky is mostly blue, but the sun hasn't risen high enough to clear the roofs of the nearby houses. Once it does we should have a lot of sunshine, albeit cold sunshine until just before sunset. It should look nice from behind glass, but outside it will be cold enough to freeze the nuts off a brass monkey ! At the moment it is looking like tomorrow will see a similar temperature range, although there will be far, far less sunshine. The day after tomorrow might feature about the closest we can expect to a heatwave - a whole 10° C !

  I described everything worth describing about yesterday morning yesterday morning when I started to write late in the morning. Not a lot happened from then on until about 3pm when Jodie came over to have a beer drinking session. Before that I had made two decisions. The most important was that Jodie could come over because there was no way I was going to go to the Petts Wood Xmas carnival.

  The was partly because the organisers had done a very poor job advertising it, and had said almost nothing about the live music being performed. The only information was that there would be "live music", but no information about what and where. It wasn't until a few hours after it all started that I started to see some pictures and video on social media. It was Matt Hemsley's stage on the back of a low loader, as per previous Xmas carnivals, and I also noted the weather looked absolutely foul with what could almost have been sleet falling.

  The forecast weather was the other, and maybe more important reason I decided not to go. I can't seem to handle the cold like I used to. It is probably another symptom of the passing years. The other thing I saw, when checking the video and pictures on social media, was that much of the entertainment was Xmas orientated. If I wanted to hear Xmas songs I would go to Tesco !

  As I mentioned yesterday, I started the day with a very high blood glucose level. Prior to about 1pm, and despite it feeling so cold, I had avoided eating anything, but I knew I couldn't keep that up for much longer, and I certainly didn't fancy drinking on an empty stomach. I had a couple of big bowls of instant noodles that I had bought in Poundstretcher earlier on. It was a make I don't think I had seen previously, and so I was curious as to what they were like.

  On the whole they were not that good. There was nothing particularly negative about them, but neither was there anything positive to say about them. One almost positive thing is that they appeared to be low sugar, but appearances can be deceptive. It must have been an hour, or maybe 90 minutes later that I checked my blood glucose again, and I have never, ever seen it that high before.

  That hight blood glucose didn't stop me enjoying quite a few beers with Jodie. The curious thing was that I found some lagers to be a bit bitter, and yet some beers designed to be very bitter were not very bitter tasting, and just about enjoyable. Whether my blood glucose had any bearing on that seems unlikely, but it did seem like an odd coincidence. I'm not sure how many beers we tried, but considering each bottle/can was split two ways so we could both taste it, it was probably not much more than two pints consumed. That was topped up with a couple of small shots of spirits to end the session.

  I was possibly very slightly tipsy, but less so than on a few recent sessions. I was definitely sober enough to be very careful about what I ate for dinner. I was possibly helped by not having many temptations in the fridge, although there were one or two things I could have cooked, but I chose the safe way and just had a few cans of soup - although not very low sugar soups - just sort of averagely low.

  The soups warmed me up nicely, and would have been good if just before bed, but last night seemed to have a few TV programmes that were worth watching. I think the final one, an episode of QIXL, ended at 9pm, and I headed for bed then. I intended to, and did read for at least an hour before turning out the light. Before I started reading I noticed something before I got into bed....
  This picture is a rather unpleasant close up of part of my foot, and is centred on my left little toe. A few days back I was complaining that my left little toe was sore after kicking one of my boots as I went for a pee in the middle of the night. Until later yesterday I had not noticed, maybe even never looking for bruising, but it was very evident last night. I also note a small split on the side of the toenail. On top of that I also not how dry and scaly my foot is when viewed in close up. I suppose it needs a good scrub, and then some moisturiser cream. I have a feeling that is unlikely to happen.

  I had one short period, maybe not much more than 10 minutes, of insomnia last night (although it felt longer than that). Other than that I seemed to sleep well, and seemed to wake for a pee far less than some nights - which suggests my blood glucose was not high. In fact there as at least one time when I woke up, and automatically went for a pee, but it was obvious once I got to the toilet that I hardly needed to go at all. There is a reason for mentioning all this that will become apparent in the next paragraph or two.

  I seem to recall three bits of dreams, and none of them were sort of happy dreams. The worst was just a fragment of a dream where I was trying to shake off a small, poodle like dof who was trying to mate with my bare foot !  Another dream did have a sort of nostalgic element to it. It was about waking up in a bedroom, a bit like the bedroom I slept in as a child, and finding the curtains stuck to the windows by frost. I can remember as kid finding thick frost on the inside of the windows. It seemed amusing rather than cold.

  The other dream was quite strange. It concerned an award winning small block of flats. I can't really describe it, but it was something like it having a two level open, but covered, roof space, and it was reported that one level had a large model railway in it. I remembered that I had visited it soon after it's opening day, and a couple, proud to live in such a modern flat were more than happy to show me around it. What I really wanted to see was this open roof space, and in the dream I was visiting for a second time.

  I had walked there from a railway station I couldn't remember when someone asked how I got there. The place had changed a bit since my first visit, and seemed to be full of hippies or eco warriors. They were happy that I had walked 4 miles to get there rather than coming by car, and were more inclined to help me. The only trouble is that no one had any idea how to get up into the roof space. The only stairs seemed to go up about 8ft, and then come down again. There also seemed to be no way into the large basement that was rumoured to exist. I asked the people I met if there were staircases going up or down in their flats, but they said no.  It was all a bit frustrating.

  This morning I woke just after 5am, and turned the heating up full before going for a pee, and then going back to bed. When I woke up at about 6.45am it was reasonably warm in my bedroom while my outside thermometers were saying it was just 0.8° C outside. It was a good time to get up because by the time I had been to the toilet, and checked my blood glucose it was light outside. That made the day seem better - particularly with the promise of blue sky once the sun had risen a bit more.

  It was with great trepidation that I checked my blood glucose. I was prepared for a shock, but not in the direction I was fearing. This morning, thanks to some sensible eating yesterday, my blood glucose was down to 7.2mmol/l, or 0.3 under my hoped for target. That left me guilt free when I decided to have two bowls of instant noodles for breakfast. They helped me warm up a bit, and the sunshine now coming through my bedroom windows is doing it's part as well. I have just turned the heater down to half.

  By tradition Sunday's are very boring and tedious, and I see no reason to break with that tradition. I may pop out to Tesco once I have had a shower, and that will help pass half an hour. I am contemplating the idea of going for a walk in the sunshine. The last time I tried it (last Wednesday) it didn't work out well. That makes me less enthusiastic about trying to go for a walk today, but if a quick walk to Tesco doesn't feel too bad I may attempt a longer walk.