09:14 BST

  Yesterday's weather was rather good, and apart from the morning, when the forecast couldn't make up it's mind if it should be sunny or cloudy (it was sunny), it did basically follow the forecast. The afternoon temperature peaked at 21° C. The early forecast said only sunny spells in the afternoon, but I seem to remember some quite extended periods of sunshine. After sunset the temperature began to drop, as expected, but by midnight it was probably still 12° C.

  

  As usual I am showing the Met Office weather forecast in the screenshot above, but maybe today I should be using the BBC weather forecast because it got off to a better start, and has a more optimistic climax. It said today would start with mist, and it did, and they reckon the afternoon temperature will reach 20° C. Meanwhile the Met Office have taken a more pessimistic view of the temperature, although they do agree it will be non stop sunshine all day. In the early version they said the afternoon temperature would only be 17° C, and they haven't changed it several hours later. The BBC have changed their forecast to say that now there will only be sunny spells for most of the day, and that the afternoon temperature will only be 18° C.  If the forecast for tomorrow has any credibility there will only be sunny spells in the morning, but the afternoon may still reach 18° C.

  As I mentioned yesterday, my mild vertigo appeared again in the night, and I was suffering from it when I first got up. However it was not as bad as the previous day, and it seemed to fade away a lot faster yesterday morning. It seems there is fair chance that dripping some almond oil in my ears, to help soften any hard wax, may have been beneficial. I will treat my ears the same today, but since fairly early in the morning yesterday I would seem to be over that particular nuisance.

  Not that much happened yesterday, but it was more than nothing, and overall it was probably a good day. I had to get properly washed yesterday because I would be seeing Jodie in the afternoon (I think it was the day before when I didn't really even bother to wash or dress because nothing was happening, and I didn't feel all that good for some of the time). Having had a good scrub, I got dressed ready to go out to Tesco.

  Yesterday was Good Friday, and I wasn't sure Tesco would be open, but it seems most of the shops were open, including Tesco. It seemed like it was busy in Tesco when I got there, but I guess everyone saw me coming an exited quickly or something. Alternatively I assumed the knot of people I could see when I first looked through the doors represented the whole store. Once I was inside I could see that it wasn't that busy. The good thing is that it seems the store thought it would be busy, and so had more checkouts staffed than usual. Once I had been around the store I managed to go straight to an empty checkout.

  Top of my shopping list was a couple of bottles of Diet Coke. I was also hoping to get a couple of bottles of some other sugar free fizzy drinks. Tesco used to do a good variety, but apart from Lemonade, I couldn't see any other own brand sugar free drinks. That left a bit of room in my rucksack, and so I grabbed a couple of bottles of cider to add to my collection.

  I wasn't really intending to buy a lot yesterday, but I ended up with a fair bit in my rucksack, and a medium heavy bag as well. A lot of the weight in the bag was bird feed ! Added weight in the ruck sack included 4 cans of soup as well as the Diet Coke and bottles of cider. I find it hard to resist a bargain, and I found a few items on the reduced price shelf. They included two tubs of half price "Greek Style Orzo Salad". I didn't really know what that was, but it seemed to be low sugar, and so I thought I had better try it. The final thing was a four pack of cheese and potato pasties.

  I have to admit it felt good striding to and from Tesco in just a t-shirt in the warm weather. I didn't have any vertigo at all - which was very good. Once I got back home I really didn't have much to do except try one of those cheese and potato pasties I ate it cold, and that made it slightly stodgy, but still enjoyable. I'm not saying it was great, but I ate two more before bedtime (and Jodie took one to eat later).

  Jodie arrived a bit earlier than expected, not that much after 3pm, and she arrived with a pile of wild garlic mustard heads that she had picked in the park. Now the funny thing is that Jodie hates garlic, but by the time she left the room was stinking of garlic after she added piles of her pickings to her dinner that she ate while drinking.
   One of the beers Jodie brought was a special beer. She says that one of the Ukrainian breweries had managed to bulk ship their entire stock of beer to a French brewery where it would canned or bottled for wider distribution.  This was one such beer, and the label was in the now familiar yellow and blue colours of the Ukraine flag. The message on the side, to a Russian warship was both amusing and pertinent.

  Several, or more of the beers we drunk yesterday were quite strong, and a few had exotic flavours. The Ukrainian beer was 6.5%, and contained beetroot. Having once had some cider that was brewed with beetroot, and was the most disgusting drink I have ever tried (and could only manage a couple of mouthfuls of it) I was very wary about this beer. I was the deepest purple/red you have even seen, but it was actually very, very nice.

  Another beer we had was 10.3%, and it too had some nice exotic flavours - including peanut butter, but I thought the overall taste was more like hazelnuts. One beer was pear and ginger flavoured. I poured most of my half glass of it into Jodie's glass because I thought it tasted more like a strong cleaning product than beer.  Our session went on a bit longer than usual because Jodie was waiting for Alan to arrive.

  Jodie's plan was that they were going to go to some bar or pub near Peckham where they sold more Ukrainian beer. The problem was that the bar was due to close at 8pm (because of it being Good Friday), and Alan didn't arrive until gone 7pm. They eventually left to go to The Chandos pub in Brockley/Honour Oak. I know of the pub, and where it is, but I have no idea what the pub is like. Maybe I'll get a report about it the next time I see Jodie.

  Once Alan and Jodie had left I could get my rather late dinner ready. Like two other meals/big snacks I had eaten earlier, it was the last of my Chinese takeaway from the previous night. It was noodles and mixed meat sort of thing - greasy, but very nice. My breakfast had been a half portion of  spicy rice, and my lunch (part 1) was a different sort of mixed rice. Lunch parts 2 and 3 were the cheese and potato pasties I mentioned further up the page.

  Everything I ate yesterday was, to one degree or another, a bit stodgy. Possibly none of it was a good choice when constipated. I didn't go once yesterday, and I thought that curried lentils may have been more appropriate than rice and pasties. I didn't feel uncomfortable during the day, and during the night I was only aware of "things happening". I don't think it was a major contribution to a lousy night's sleep.

  It seems to be happening a lot these days that a change in the weather somehow upsets my equilibrium, and I can't seem to find a good temperature for sleeping. Last night my room felt warm, and I didn't put any heating on. I seemed to be comfortable with just one foot, and an arm under the duvet, but I still seemed to wake up almost every hour. I seemed to wake up at least once an hour through the whole night, but it is quite possible I dreamed I had woken up.

  A dream being confused with reality definitely happened once last night. I seemed to have lots of very short dreams, and I am sure it is going to take longer to type the description of the dream than the actual dream. I dreamed I had woke up, and needed a pee. I got out of bed, and went to the toilet. I found the light in there very dim, and as I fumbled to lift the seat of the toilet I dropped it, and it broke the hinges. I propped the seat up against the wall, and went back to bed, seemingly without having that pee. As soon as I got into bed I woke up for real, and went for a pee in a brightly lit bathroom, with the seat firmly attached to the hinge !

  The shortest dream seems to consist of me just saying two words, and annoyingly I can't remember what those words were. Another dream was a lot longer, but I only remember the nice bit where I was cuddling a woman at a bus stop. I obviously knew her well, but I have no idea of anyone in the real world who looks anything like her. I continued to battle the temperature in my bedroom all night. I think it was around 2am when I turned the heater on low because I was feeling cold. By 6.30am, when I started to get up, I felt like I had had a terrible night.

  I guess there may have been a small contribution from a very light hangover to my feeling bad, but I was tired more than anything else. The good news is that despite some quite sweet beers, and eating mostly inappropriate things, my blood glucose was down to a very average 8.5mmol/l this morning. That is rather better than I dared hope for.

  Now I have to work out what I will probably be doing today. I feel I ought to take advantage of the last in a small series of bright and warm days, and do something outside. (From Monday the weather will revert to early spring instead of early summer). As I sit here typing, with the clock creeping towards 11am, I am wondering if I am going to get in the right state of mind to go out. The next thing I fancy doing is having a snooze !