This morning it is 12° C, but with no supporting sunshine it feels just as cold as yesterday's 9° C. The chance of any sun today looks slim in the extreme. In fact the latest revision to the forecast has changed 4 and 5pm to dark grey clouds. There is only a 10% chance of rain at any time today, and that make me think that it will probably rain at some time today. The highest temperature will be 17° C - which will still feel cold with no sunshine.  Tomorrow may reach 18° C, but with only a small of a sunny spell at 8am it will be as dull and cold as today.
 
  Time again to decide if yesterday was a good day, or a bad day....or something in between. Maybe it was the latter - bits were good, and others less so. The very worst thing was the horrendously high blood glucose reading in the morning. I still had a most enjoyable breakfast of reheated naan bread with a vegetable curry side dish on it.

  It might have been an hour after eating that breakfast that I rechecked my blood glucose, and it was, as expected, a couple of points higher still.  I had already decided to fast after breakfast until dinner time, and even then try for quite a light dinner. Then a very odd thing happened. It must have been around 5pm, and before I started drinking some strong, and also sweet beers, that I rechecked my blood glucose. I couldn't believe that it had dropped right down to a splendid 7.0mmol/l.

  Apart from some washing up, and a bit of tidying, I didn't really do much all morning, and into the afternoon as I waited for Jodie to arrive for a beer tasting session. She had been at her late parents house (currently being done up so she and her boyfriend can live there), and there is only a very poor bus service there that usually arrives at Elmers End railway station just after the train has left. Jodie took the bus to where it meets the 54 bus route, and got a 54 to Catford.

  She arrived about two hours later than usual, but she seemed happy enough - particularly when she saw some of the new beers I recently bought. One of the beers was one she had been wanting to try for a while. It was a very strong, and almost syrupy stout brewed by Omnipollo. I think I must have been drunk, or maybe just feeling generous when I made that order. That one 330ml can cost £10 !!! It was exceedingly nice, but I am not sure it was worth that much.

  The other exceptional beer was a fruit based beer. I can only describe it as like equal parts of Ribena and vodka mixed together. Once again it was very strong (in the region of 10%), and it was sort of very nice. I did find the fruitiness was making my cheeks shrink (or something like that), and I don't think I could manage a full pint of it.  There were a couple of other good beers, but not in the same stature as the two described.

  Jodie left to catch the 7.20pm train, an hour later than the usual train she tends to get, and I started to get my dinner together. After the low blood glucose reading before I started drinking, I was not quite as strict with my food selection. For instance I started with a can of lentil soup which I floated a couple of cheese and onion burger patties in.  Part two was a can of "chicken casserole". I am unsure of the sugar content of the latter, but I doubt I would have bought it is it wasn't fairly low.

  Both parts of my dinner were liberally doused with hot chilli sauce. That would become significant not too much later. There was bugger all on TV last night, and I was feeling quite drowsy after the booze and hot soups. I was probably in bed not long after 8.30pm, and feeling so drowsy that I don't think I even bothered to read a single page of the book I am reading. Prior to going to bed I was feeling nice and warm for the first time of the day.

  A belly full of hot soup, and lashings of chilli sauce acted as wonderful central heating. It also made me feel a bit sweaty.  I didn't realise it the time, because I was asleep, but being under the duvet amplified that hot feeling. I can be sure, but I may have slept solidly for over three hours, but when I woke up I found the pillow and duvet cold and damp with sweat. Of course by that time I had cooled down, and I just felt cold. I had to flip the duvet over side to side to sleep under the dry side, and I did the same for the pillow.

  There was a moment when I worried it might be something other than sweat, but turning the light on revealed nothing sinister. I don't think I slept nearly as well for the rest of the night, but I guess I got a full 8 hours in.  I have some vague memories of dreaming, but I can't seem to recall enough now to make any attempt at describing them possible. I can't say I feel that good this morning. My main complaints are just the usual stiff, and almost painful knees, and my right elbow hurting again. It is not so bad now I have my thick, long sleeved top on. It is the cold that really sets off that elbow.

  I am happy that my blood glucose is back to a very ordinary 8.3mmol/l. I would be happier if it were under eight, but after yesterday's terrible reading it is pretty good. The challenge now is to keep it down on a cold and miserable day. I have no idea what I am doing today. There seems to be a full working day train service this morning - which is strange considering it is a mourning bank holiday today. It is possible I could go out to ride on some (hopefully) warm trains today, but I don't feel that keen on the idea. I would like to go to Tesco today, but it is likely that they are closed today, and I can easily wait until tomorrow.