07:35 BST

  Yesterday was almost grim. It was dull nearly all day, and while the weather forecasts made a stab at guessing when there would be rain, they got it wrong most of the time. The rain was often very light, and so ignorable, but there were some heavier downfalls. For all that it was still just about warm with a late afternoon high of 19° C.

  

  The original forecasts from both the BBC and the Met Office showed probable thunder and lightning for the first hours of this morning, but if there were any I must have slept through them. It does look like there was sufficient rain in those early hours, to top up yesterday's work, and keep the garden well watered. It is very grey as I write this, and it looks like there was a light shower quite recently, and the sky looks like there could be more light rain before we see the first sunny spell - assuming we do get some sunny spells today. The latest revision to the forecast says we should be having sunny spells right now, but that is just pure fantasy. The BBC forecast says the first sunny spells could be as late as 5pm, but the Met Office are sticking to what is shown in the screenshot above. All we can really believe is that it will be 20° C this afternoon. Tomorrow may start sunny, but the afternoon will be dull until sunny spells start later on. The late evening could feature a shower or two. It could be very warm tomorrow with a forecast of 25° C !

   Although I had (and still have) lots of train pictures to select and edit for inclusion in my big spreadsheet cataloguing my best, or most interesting train pictures, I never really got around to making a start on it. I was feeling a bit subdued or something. I seemed to think I felt tired, and maybe listless, but at least one thing proved that I was firing on all cylinders.

  It was just before midday, perhaps 11.30am, when I went out to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge to stock up on instant noodles, and other things that took my fancy. I felt perfectly fine walking there, and back, although I did feel very hot when I got back home. It looked all cold and damp outside, but while damp, it wasn't cold. It was actually 17° C, and possibly a tiny bit more. One thing I bought was something that sounds bad for a diabetic, but experiment proves otherwise.

  I bought two little trays/boxes/plastic things of Turkish Delight. Now the thing is it contains a significant amount of sugar, but as far as I can see that sugar is icing sugar that is used to very liberally dust the cubes of flavoured jelly. I wash that icing sugar off, and provided I only have a couple of cubes it seems everything is safe. If there was any problem, it is that one of the flavours I chose was mint. It may just be me, but it doesn't taste like a nice minty taste. I can only describe it as tasting sort of muddy.

  Nothing more of any significance happened until Jodie arrived to taste a few more beers with me. She was looking forward to more beers from the Ukrainian brewery called Varvar, but she noticed I had also bought some beers from the Pollys brewery in Wales. She looked down her nose at them because her previous experience of a beer or two from that brewery was not good. She said they were "minging" !

  Then, to my surprise, she said that perhaps we should drink them, and get them out of the way (and leave room in the mini fridge for other beers). To her great surprise, the first beer we tried, a cloudy beer with a slightly sour taste, turned out to be very nice. Even I liked it ! The second beer was a stout, and I thought that maybe they had slightly overdone the roasting of the barley, and it had undertones of burnt toast, but was otherwise quite nice. In fact it got better as my taste buds got acclimatised to it. Towards the end of what was only about a third of a pint, I began to find other flavours in it. That was sort of unusual.

  Next it was time to open a bottle of Varvar beer. I think it was the milk stout as seen in the picture. Having one stout after another seemed sensible, but maybe not because the Varvar Milk Stout tasted rather insipid after the Pollys stout. The interesting thing about the milk stout was that it was the only Varvar beer that had an extra sticker on the label. I am not certain now if it was a sticker, or was just printed to look like a sticker. Maybe it was the latter, but online we found other examples with different cats, and even a dog.

  We had a lot of difficulty getting some sort of translation for what it said, but basically it was about a Ukrainian animal charity called Happy Paws, and it seems that a small amount of the price of the bottle is sent to this charity. Beautiful Beer (.co.uk), where I bought these, and other beers, are also sending a small amount from the sales of Varvar beers to the red cross for humanitarian aid to Ukraine.

  Jodie left at around 6.30pm to get a bus to Bromley where she would be meeting her friend Alan. We probably got through about three bottles and a couple of cans (each shared between us) during the session, and had topped up with a whisky at the end. Actually I might have had another during one of the times when Jodie was drinking so slowly that she had only had a single sip by the time I had finished my half of the bottle ! I will admit I was feeling slightly tipsy at the end.

  Once Jodie had left I had my dinner. It was sort of unusual - pork sausages with lettuce ! It worked OK when drunk and hungry, but I am not sure I could recommend it. At the end of the day I thought that maybe I had eaten a little too much yesterday, but most of it was fairly safe stuff. This morning I had the evidence for this.

  At first glance there didn't seem to be a lot on TV last night, but Sky Arts were showing a documentary about The Moody Blues. When I first glanced at the listings, with really stopping to read what it actually said, I thought it was a concert that was going to be shown. I thought I would watch a few minutes to see what it looked like, but was then hooked on what was a very interesting documentary. It was very thorough, and lasted 3 hours. That was plenty of time to get even drunker by sipping on whisky now and then. It was a bit like a dripping tap - each drip looks small and harmless, but after a while it adds up to quite a bit !

  I was definitely feeling a bit wobbly when I went to bed at about 11.30pm. I tried to read for a while, but I wanted sleep. It seemed to take a lot longer than it probably was before I got to sleep. It was another of those nights when it seems you are hardly sleeping, and yet every time you check the clock it appears to have jumped ahead by one, two, or even three hours. Despite such a late night, and the feeling that I wasn't sleeping well, I hardly got any sleep after about 5.30am no matter how much I tried.

  The trilogy of books I am currently reading (about a quarter of the way through the final book now) is all about robots. It is no surprise that my dreams have contained robots in them. I don't really remember anything of those dreams except for one last night. The bit I remember was just the last few seconds of a dream, but it seemed to survive the transition to being awake. The dream ended with my household robots going on strike. I woke up at that point, or at least I think I did, and wondered who was going to make the bed, among other tasks, after I got up. I was happy to see that my security robot was still working, and could make my breakfast. I think it took little more than 5 seconds before I realised I had woken up to the real world....or had I ? When I try and analyse it now I wonder if waking up was actually still a dream.

  There is good and bad news this morning. The good news is that despite any expectations I had, my blood glucose has stayed low. It is exactly the same as yesterday at 7.8mmol/l - just slightly higher than my self set target of 7.5 that I can't seem to reach ! The bad news is that I feel exactly like I have a hangover - probably because I have. The other bad news is that I can't imagine having a very productive day today. By productive I probably mean going out and doing something interesting or healthy, or both. What I may end up doing is what I wrote at the top of the page - going through all the other train photos I took on Saturday to see if any need to be added to my big spreadsheet, and prepare than for it. I guess that would be productive, but it is has lost any excitement now. It is very close to being at work in an office !!!