Despite both the BBC and Met Office (screenshot above) forecasts saying it would be 9° C at 8am, I reckon it was barely 6° C. One of my neighbours garden sheds even looked like it had frost on it, but maybe it was just heavy dew.  There is strong sunshine as I type this, and the thin shaft of sunshine that is now entering my room feels very warm on my back, but my thermometers still say the temperature is no more than 7° C outside.  The first revision of the Met Office forecast has now extended the sunny spells to 4pm while the BBC forecast says either sunshine or sunny spells should last until sunset. For all that, the outside temperature is not expected to rise higher than 17° C. Tomorrow may start with rain, but sunshine should follow it. The thick rain bearing cloud should keep the temperature up during the night, and the morning could start at 12° C, but the sunshine will only raise it to a chilly 15° C.
  Apart from the beer tasting in the afternoon, and a little preparation for it beforehand, I had what has to be called a lazy day yesterday. The biggest contributor to doing very little was the warm sunshine. If I wasn't expecting Jodie in the afternoon it might have lured me out, but it actually kept me in. That hot sunshine coming through my front window warmed the room up nicely, and so I spent several hours just feeling warm while doing little more than reading - sometimes from book, and sometimes from the internet.

  That luxurious (compared to chillier day) relaxation meant that once again I started doing some laundry, and didn't finish it. It is still sitting, stone cold, in the big bucket in the bath. It is only two t-shirts, and a single pair of underpants, and shouldn't take much effort to finish washing. I don't really know how I kept putting it off, or even just forgetting about it yesterday.

  I had a late lunch because I wanted to "line my stomach" before drinking beers with Jodie. I had 4 Marmite flavour rice cakes with cheese on them. Jodie had to come by bus yesterday because of the rail strike, and her bus was delayed by heavy traffic - made worse by Saturday shoppers and the rail strike. I had poured a glass of Guinness down my throat onto those rice cakes before Jodie arrived, and it made me feel a bit bloated.

  As usual, we had some good beers and bad beers. Like on Thursday, there was one beer that Jodie didn't like, and I ended up drinking it all. I can't say I liked it that much - it seemed to be the sort of sour beer that Jodie normally likes. Guzzling down a full (33cl) bottle seemed to increase the feeling of bloat.  That feeling affected my choice of dinner when Jodie left. I didn't fancy the dinner I had part prepared earlier, but I did fancy something "nice".

  It was another terrible waste of money, but I bought another Chinese takeaway from the same place that seemed to do moderately healthy food. The idea was I would order two small(ish) dinners, and have one last night, and another tonight. The reality was that I thought the first portion was a bit small, but delicious, and I then ate the second portion except for the rice. That second portion was a chow mein, and in theory it was sort of healthy because it was 75% bean sprouts, but along with some bits of chicken, they were swimming in a syrupy gravy. I had a feeling that would be trouble.

  I declined o watch any late night (where late = after 8pm) TV last night because I was feeling tired, and my bedroom was starting to cool down again. I read in bed until gone 9pm, and then tried to go to sleep, but I felt too uncomfortable. The odd thing is that I couldn't really pinpoint the source of the discomfort. It seemed higher than my belly, and almost as if it could be around my heart - which was of some concern.

  I think it was getting on for 11pm when I passed a bit of vile smelling wind. I had also been belching a lot. I realised that most of the discomfort was from gasses from the beers (and also the Diet Coke I had been drinking). It didn't really feel like I need the toilet, but I went anyway. At first nothing happened, and then it did ! I felt better fairly quickly. A second visit made me feel even better. I think it was at least midnight, or possibly later before I finally got to sleep.

  I seemed to sleep pretty well last night - once I was finally asleep. I know it wasn't dreamless sleep because I do remember dreaming, but I don't think I can recall a single bit of any dreams this morning. The only definite fact I do remember was waking up at 6am. On any other day I would probably have got up, but I thought "just five minutes more". The next time I woke up it was 7.34am ! That is when I got up.

  This morning was one morning when my bad feeling about my blood glucose reading turned out to be very correct. This morning it had just crossed the red line at 10.1mmol/l. It is a good thing that I started flooding my brain as early as yesterday afternoon, when I first felt a bit bloated, with the idea that it might feel good to do some fasting today. Despite it being a very cold morning, I am definitely skipping breakfast.

  I do face a dilemma later on. I have a fair sized portion of Singapore fried rice to eat some time today, and I feel it would be better to eat it early in the day - maybe lunchtime. Of course that would break my fast. One solution would be to go out for several hours, and get a bit of exercise in. If I feel comfortable that is what I will do.  Today the trains are running again, and probably due to some engineering works, the train from Catford Bridge are diverted to Victoria station. It has happened before, but it is still a novelty that probably needs to be experienced again.