Today has started
off very dull - just like the forecast
predicted, although I am not sure the
temperature was as low as 4°, but I would
accept 5° C. Later this afternoon the
temperature may reach 11° C. The sunny spells
for 1pm, as shown above, have disappeared from
the latest revision to the forecast, but now 2
and 3pm are shown with sunny spells. The sunny
spells for 5pm have also disappeared in the
latest revision. I think we can assume nearly
all today will be cool and dull, but there
might be an occasional sunny spells at any
time. At the moment it is looking like
tomorrow will start very cold, but very bright
and sunny. The sun may disappear behind clouds
by midday, and the rest of the day will be
dull, and with the highest afternoon
temperature being 11° C, it won't be feeling
warm at all.
Yesterday was better than some
Thursdays. I didn't really do much in
the morning. I nearly washed a medium sized
bath towel, but I couldn't raise the
enthusiasm to do it early enough. I had
thought that the sunny spells, and at that
time a good breeze would dry it by the end of
the day. Later on, when the wind had really
picked up it was so strong it might have blown
the towel off the line, and beyond the
horizon.
The only thing I did do was late in the
morning, almost, if not actually in the
afternoon. It was to do some washing up, and
in particular to clean and polish the glass
for the drinking session a bit later. At about
2pm I saw Michael when he dropped off some
bottles of Diet Coke he had bought for me. He
said he was feeling a lot better than
recently, and that he would try and drop by
for an hour a bit later, but he did emphasize
that the chances were only 50:50.
An hour later, somewhat earlier than
expected, Jodie arrived. I've come to realise
that she often arrives in Catford earlier than
I realise, and then spends half an hour or
more going around some of the local shops.
Yesterday she didn't like the wind, and came
straight from the station to my place. It was
a matter of desperation for Jodie, but a joy
for me, that we had to go through a few beers
she had shied away from previously.
Most of those beer were dark and often
rather strong. We probably had about 4 of
then, half each, and at least two of them
Jodie declared to be very good. I think she
was sort of glad that a lack of lighter beers
meant she had to try them. Curiously enough,
one light coloured, lager like beer, she
declared to be "minging", but I thought it was
perfectly drinkable, although I will admit it
wasn't that enjoyable.
While I really enjoyed a few of the
dark and heavy beers, they were not good for
me because they were very malty, and
malt=sugar ! I compounded the problem by
eating a big bag of Guinness "extreme chilli"
crisps, although if no one had told me they
were supposed to have chilli in them I would
say they were Marmite flavoured crisps. I
sealed the bag several times, but I just
couldn't seem to leave the bag sealed.
A little later we were joined by Mark.
As usual, and rightly, he didn't want to drive
into the Ultra Low Emission Zone, and pay what
is in reality a fine for doing so (they call
it a charge, and not a fine, but it is the
same difference). He parked over the other
side of The South Circular, and walked the
last quarter of a mile. He joined in our
drinking by drinking a 0% lager. It was good
to have a bit more conversation until maybe
half an hour, perhaps 45 minutes later, he and
Jodie left to meet more of their friends, and
to have a meal somewhere.
I knew I had eaten and drunk stuff that
in an ideal world I would not have done. I
decided to go for a simple dinner, but even
that was not exactly ideal. It was a couple of
quarter pounder size spiced lamb burger pattys
with too many boiled new potatoes. I have to
admit it could have done with some green stuff
with it, but maybe the booze had dulled my
desire to do any more than the least amount of
cooking. (Actually there was no "maybe" about
it !)
One other thing of note that I did
yesterday (before boozing) was to order
another CD from an independent band. I have
seen Whitestar play many times in the past,
and indeed they were one of the few bands I
saw in my two weekends of gig going recently.
They are good live, but they do play a mix of
covers and original songs. I am not sure how a
CD of all original songs is going to sound,
but for £11 (inclusive of postage) it is worth
taking a chance, and it can hardly be worse
than all the crap that appears to infest the
charts these days.
There was no TV after 7.30pm that I
fancied watching last night (there was QI, but
that included the loathsome Johnny Vegas on
the panel). I found myself going to bed before
it was even dark last night. I read until it
was actually dark, and then tried for sleep. I
was probably fast asleep as early as 8.30pm. I
seemed to need that extra sleep because
although I did wake up a few times for a pee,
I was asleep in minutes after going back to
bed.
I went to sleep with the heating off,
but turned the heater on low sometime around
1am. At 6am I turned the heater up full, and
went back to bed. I did get back to sleep, but
I got up 45 minutes later with my bedroom only
moderately warm. I remember very little about
the night. Like the other day, I do remember
having a dream that featured something that I
thought I ought to remember, and recount here,
but once again even that little bit of special
memory has flown away to a land of the night.
The results of all my bad eating and
drinking yesterday were revealed this morning.
My blood glucose has shot up to 9.0mmol/l. I
will now try and fast until at least
lunchtime, and ideally until dinnertime. It
has completely blown out of the water a sort
of idea I was drooling over last night (while
still under the influence of the booze). It
was actually for most of yesterday that I had
the idea that I really wanted some cake -
nothing fancy - a slice or five of plain
Madeira cake would have been fine. My idea was
that I would quickly get washed this morning,
and go out and buy some cake, and have it for
breakfast. The idea being that if I had it
early enough in the day, it's bad influence
would have faded by tomorrow morning. However,
with such a high blood glucose reading this
morning it would be insane to have cake for
breakfast, or indeed any time today.
I really have no idea what I am going
to do today. The dull grey sky has sapped any
enthusiasm I might have been able to drag up
from the depths. About the only thing I can
think of that there is a very small chance I
might do today is to go to Dartford station,
and tick off one more station from my quest to
visit the limits of my Freedom Pass. With not
much rushing around involved, I could wear a
warm coat, and not get overheated under it.
I'm trying to think of other positive things
about it in the hope of persuading myself to
go. I can't really think of anything else good
about it. I'll just have to see how I feel
later.
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