07:19 BST

  It was almost as bad as forecast yesterday. The morning was generally rather dull, although without the wind it would have been quite mild. From midday it started to rain. Initially it was just a few light showers, but later in the afternoon there were some quite heavy falls of rain. By about 6pm the cloud started to break up, and in the last hour or two before sunset there were a few sunny spells. The highest temperature was 16° C, but the wind made it feel cooler. It could have been worse because the very strong winds never materialised.

  

  There was ample evidence to show that there was more rain sometime during the night, but right now the sky is blue, and the sun is shining. It is a bit sad that the latest revision to the forecast says midday will be the cut off point of any sunshine, and the afternoon will be dull, but at least at 18° C it should feel warm. Tomorrow may feature a lot of sunshine, but it will be the opposite of today - all the sunshine will be in the afternoon. It should also be warmer with the temperature reaching a summer-like 21° C. Of course if you believe the BBC forecasts for today and tomorrow, there will be a lot more sunshine than the Met Office would care to admit. Let's hope the BBC has the better forecast today.

  I did almost nothing yesterday morning except get myself ready to go out to meet Angela. As expected I encountered rain going through the park, to get to the pub, and more, and heavier rain going home again. It was all worth it. I had a very pleasant hour with Angela in the pub, but all too soon it was time to walk her back to her office, and then continue on home.

  One thing I have to remember is that on Friday night I have another invitation to join Angela at a gig where lover boy is playing the drums. This time I definitely want to get there because there are additional attractions. Miranda should be joining her mum, and it would be wonderful to see her again. There is also the offer of a cab home. Lover boy only has a van with one seat in it, and so Angela and Miranda will have to make their own way home. I doubt that it will be as nice as the last time I sat in the back of cab with Angela, and maybe I will have to sit in the front with the two girls in the back, but it will still serve as a reminder of better times.

  I don't know if it was rushing home in the cold and rain, but I felt ravenous when I got home from the pub. It was probably fortunate that I didn't have much food in the cupboard/fridge to lead me too far off the path. I think the extra dull weather made me feel cold even when indoors, and so I had a couple of cans of soup to warm me from the inside. Later on I had more salted peanuts than were ideal, and I think I had something else, but I can't imagine what it could be. (later edit: it was some cheese).

  With a bit of booze inside me, albeit only two pints of Guinness, and hot soup as well, I ended up feeling drowsy. I had a few snoozes to help pass some of the afternoon away. In an ideal world I would have been doing some housework, but that has never happened on a Wednesday after before, and it definitely didn't happen yesterday. Eventually it was dinner time, and there were several things I could have eaten, but somehow I went for something a bit safer than I could have done.

  My dinner was nothing more than a heap of lettuce, and it was quite a heap because there seemed no point leaving the rest in the bag it came in - it was already getting close to it's end of life. On top of that lettuce I had a smaller heap of flavoured, ready cooked, chicken slices. I think the flavouring had sugar in it, and so it wasn't perfect, but not bad. I might possibly have been a little over generous with the mayonnaise....

  I watched two episodes of QI last night before going to bed at 10pm. I felt really tired while reading in bed, and I put the book down after reading a couple of pages. I was possibly asleep by, or soon after 10.30pm. It seemed a good start to the night, but I didn't have a good night. The worst thing is that at about 1am I woke up with a sore throat, and when I got back from a pee I found that my pillow and the top of the duvet were soaked with sweat.

  The sore throat made me think that maybe I had some sort of fever, and although I didn't take my temperature, I did feel a little cooler than I thought was normal, but it wasn't the shivery coolness typical of a fever. I think that maybe I was just fighting with the duvet in the night because it felt too hot under it, and for some reason it didn't wake me up. The sore throat was possibly just a dry throat made worse by some possible growling while fighting the duvet. I am not aware that I ever growl in my sleep, but I guess there is always a first time.

  The rest of my sleep might have been good, but I did seem to wake up more frequently than usual, and I did have a lot of unpleasant dreams. They weren't at the level of nightmares, but more often featured people I didn't like, or I was in places I didn't care for - like very crowded pubs. I guess one dream could have turned into a nightmare because it seemed to feature a poltergeist. I only ever saw the action of the poltergeist - things being moved - but I never actually saw it, and because I don't believe in such things I challenged it to prove it's existence - obviously it declined !

  I felt slightly groggy when I first woke up this morning, and I tried to get more sleep, but I don't think I managed more than 15 minutes. Maybe that was enough because once I got out of bed I quickly felt OK, and maybe even slightly good. At the same time I thought "oh know" when considering what I have to do this morning. Considering I thought I had over done my eating yesterday, it was good that my blood glucose was only 8.6mmol/l this morning. It seemed safe enough that I had a bowl or instant noodles for breakfast.

  This morning I should be ultra busy, although I have my doubts....Today I should be seeing Patricia for the first time since before lockdown. In fact it must be around 3 years ago since I last saw her. She had intended to fly to London from Argentina 2 years ago, but lockdown put paid to that. Today will only be a quick visit, and probably little more than lunch in the local Wetherspoons.

  Ideally I should spend the morning scrubbing the house clean. In reality I will be lucky of I can get the kitchen looking clean and tidy, and get the bathroom sparkling. The dining room could do with hoovering, but it doesn't look too bad, and compared with how Patricia last saw it, it should be quite a shock for her. We may actually use it to sit down with a cup of coffee (except I don't touch coffee, and will have Diet Coke). I expect I will have a lazy afternoon and evening. There is one other thing that should be happening today, and I hope it isn't time to happen while we are out to lunch. It is a beer delivery - another £83 spent on assorted bottles of beer. £83 crosses an unstated threshold for free delivery !