There was evidence of rain during the night, but from sunrise it seems to have stayed dry. It was a slightly mild morning for this time of year, but it is not expected to get more than a degree or so milder this afternoon. During the morning the sun has made quite a few brief unscheduled appearances, and for some reason that has induced the weather forecasters to bring the rain forward to 3pm today. It will then rain until gone 6pm, and the last hour or two might be heavy rain. The evening could be dry, but the temperature will drop from 9° C to just 4° C by midnight (or before). Tomorrow may be gloriously sunny, but the afternoon temperature may be no more than 4° C.

  Only a few things happened yesterday, and that is good because I have a limited time to tell of them. One important thing is that the possible beer delivery didn't happen. An unexpected thing was a message from Angela which was delightful, but rather curious. The final item of note is that I only ate instant noodles during the day, and that felt OK. Half an hour before dinnertime I checked my blood glucose and it was still 7.2mmol/l as it had been in the morning. That seemed a good excuse for a very naughty takeaway.
  This was last night's sunset, and such a sunset should herald a fine day today. As I write this the sun is shining - which it shouldn't do according to the supercomputer weather forecast, but should be if the old lore of red sky sky at night, shepherds delight is correct - as it seems to be (with some limitations).

  With regards to the beer delivery: I heard from Jodie yesterday evening. In her message she said she had found out that she hadn't actually asked for a delivery, and they assumed she would collect it. She has now sent off the fee to get it delivered, and if it is despatched today by DPD, it could be here tomorrow.

  The message from Angela was initially just a simple one liner saying "Need some of your whisky, I've run out of vodka".  I actually missed the message when it came through because I think I might have been downstairs while the phone was upstairs. When I replied I said that if I had a motorbike I would run the spare 1 litre bottle I have to her place. She simply replied "xxxxxx".

  If I had heard from Angela earlier I might have changed my plans, and been able to walk to her place with the vodka. I decided that if my blood glucose was good as it was, I could treat myself to a takeaway. Kebabs are great at keeping my blood glucose nice and low, but an Indian takeaway could be dodgy. Some of my reason for wanting a takeaway was because I was feeling edgy about the new diktat regarding wearing masks again on in shops and on all buses and trains.

  There was another reason for that takeaway, and it was a minor celebration. I paid my telephone (landline) bill yesterday, and to do that I logged into my bank account. I was very happy to see that my balance is still very slowly rising now I have my BT and state pension going into it. The only trouble is that it is probably rising slower than my Tesco savings account, that I use for most of my food shopping, is falling. Overall though, I feel I am handling my money quite well since retiring.

  My Indian takeaway had one side effect that was annoying. The spices left me feeling a bit warm when I went to bed. At the same time the outside temperature was higher than it has been for many nights now. I just couldn't get to feel comfortable, and I didn't get to sleep until near midnight. I had started to try and sleep as early as 9.30pm. At 10pm I decided to turn the light back on and read for another hour. That did the trick.

  In the end my sleep was not too bad. On rising my blood glucose had taken an expected hit after eating last night's curry. It was 9.3mmol/l. That is not too terrible, but it gets December off to a bad start. Maybe I could make it worse today because I have been shopping in Aldi this morning, and bought some stuff that might not be ideal, although only in the sense that there is stuff that I am impatient to try, and that is a good recipe for over eating.

  The next thing I have to do is to go for a walk in the park to get to the pub, to meet Angela.  This morning she asked if she could buy my spare bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and I am unsure why she can't buy her own, but I will taking it with me, and giving it to her as a very late birthday present.