It may be 9° C now, but sometime in the very early hours, perhaps 1am, I saw an average of 4° C on my outdoor thermometers. If the latest revision to the forecast turns out to be correct we should be coming towards the end of a very wet start to the day.  The sun may not appear until midday, but from then on until sunset, we can expect/hope for full, non stop sunshine. It might even raise the temperature up to 11° C. Tomorrow may start with sunny spells, but they might finish after midday. The next weather event will then be two hours later when rain will start to fall until a few hours after sunset. With luck the temperature may briefly peak at 13° C,

  I suppose it is typical for life, maybe just my life, that yesterday was generally good, but ended with what, in certain circumstances, could be called a disaster. Although maybe not a big disaster, and in the grand scheme of things may not really have been a disaster.

  Once I had finally finished writing yesterday morning, my day started with washing my hair and having a shower. Soon after I had finished blow drying my hair I got dressed, ready to go out. I needed some bits for Tesco for my next few dinners, and I needed some beers for the afternoon. I guess you could say things started to go wrong when an insane idea fixed in my brain. It was to buy some beef burgers, and some wholemeal rolls to make burgers in a bun.

  Unfortunately, once again, I couldn't find the wholemeal rolls I really wanted, and had to get some multi-seeded rolls. I am not convinced they don't have just as much sugar in them than white rolls. I had to buy a pack of 4 rolls, but I only wanted two for my burgers, and so I bought some cheese to go in the other two. One cheese was a spreadable Lancashire cheese, and the other was Halloumi.

  The walk to and from was in cold air, and so I made sure I kept my winter coat zipped up, but it was also during sunny spells. That made it a cheerful walk, and whether that made any difference to some aspects of how I felt is an unknown. What I do know is that the walk felt perfectly normal - a few very common very small aches, but no bad pains, or feelings of impending death.

  As soon as I got home I started grilling two of the 4 pack of burger patties. While that was going on I put the beers in the fridge to chill. I also tried that spreadable Lancashire cheese in one of the rolls. It was pleasant, but it had no outstanding qualities to make me want to buy more of it. One thing about the burgers was that while I didn't notice any mention of it on the pack, it was obvious they had onion in them.

  Onion in burgers seems like a good idea, but it never is. It is possible the packet did mention it, but I just didn't bother to read what it said, and relied on the burger patties looking like typical burger patties.  When they were cooked I had one in the seeded bun with tomato sauce and Lancashire spreadable cheese. The other I had with mustard and Red Leicestershire cheese. Both were quite rich, and quite nice, but maybe only as a rare treat.

  After eating I had a few hours spare that I spent mostly being lazy, but also preparing the dining room table, and beer glasses for a long afternoon of helping Michael get his new phone (my old, March 2019, Huawei P20 Lite) set up. Michael arrived at about 2.30pm, and I poured some beers. I had bought some lagers for Michael, and some heavier beers for me while I was in Tesco.

  It was a semi traumatic experience transferring all the stuff off my old phone to me new phone, but I had some clue as to how it would be done - from past experience. For Michael it was a very traumatic experience - particularly when some things didn't seem to work initially. Apparently he thought I was a good teacher as I tried to explain some of what I was doing, or explaining the bits where I understood what I was doing. Sometimes I just had to ignore Michael and just fiddle around to do achieve what I wanted to achieve.

  While all this was going on I was glugging away at three cans of beer that ranged in strength from 6.5% to 11.5%. The latter was a thick dark stout, and it was very good ! One thing that perplexed me was how things like icons I knew well from when I used the phone, had changed appearance. Maybe they were carried over from Michael's old phone when we used the "phone clone" app.

  It was quite late when we finished, and Michael went home - about 6.30pm if I recall correctly. There was still some tidying up to do on the phone, and we may do that on Thursday afternoon, but all his major apps were were working. It was lucky he had kept a very messy notebook of things like user names and passwords for the many required for setting his phone up. I suggested he should try and remember which ones we/he used, and write them out a bit more legibly for some future time.

  Despite my gluttonous lunch I was feeling quite hungry when Michael left. I hadn't, as originally intended, prepared any dinner earlier. As I mentioned yesterday morning, I had paid off both my credit cards, and while paying my BT phone bill I had seem my current account balance. As I remarked yesterday morning (or was it the morning before ?) I knew that I was taking good care of my finances, and could afford the odd small extravagance.

  Well, one such extravagance was to order a takeaway. I didn't notice the brainstorm, or alien interference, but somehow there was something in my brain urging me to have Chinese takeaway despite how bad it would be for me. So I duly spent too much money on enough Chinese food to last two days (but in doing so I think I got 10% off....or was it free delivery ?). I must say it was most enjoyable. I particularly loved the chicken with cashew nuts.

  The chicken was very small bits of chicken in crispy batter. Thos bits of chicken were both crunchy and chewy. They, along with the cashew nuts, and a few thin slices of carrot, bamboo shoot, and I think some peas, were in a syrupy, clear gravy. I think it was not actually syrup made from sugar, but made from cornflour. The other main dish was Roast Pork in Szechuan Sauce. That was pretty good too. Accompanying both was Singapore fried rice. It had a few slices of red and green chilli to give it a little bit of heat, but I prefer it to be peppery as well, and it wasn't.

  By bedtime I was not feeling good. The food had given me a little bit of heartburn, and I was burping a lot. I can't blame it on the food I had eaten earlier, but I was also feeling bloated and releasing some awful smelling farts. The total result was two things. One was a couple of visits to the freezing cold bathroom, but at least they were productive visits. Prior to that I was thrashing around in bed because I couldn't find a comfortable sleeping position. In doing that I heard my chest go "crack".

The cold, the heartburn, and then doing something unpleasant to my chest (generally to the operation scar tissue, and whatever damage I had done to it in the early days of it healing after the operation), all resulted in a typically horrible chest pain that could have been a heart attack happening, but I was 90% sure wasn't. I even check my blood pressure while the pain was near it's peak. It was 117/70. The diastolic pressure of 70 was a little bit high, but I thought the overall figures were pretty good considering the stress I was under.

 It was perhaps lucky that this was all happening before midnight, and after my visits to the toilet, taking some antacid tablets, and a couple of Ibuprofen tablets, eventually calmed things down enough to enable me to get to sleep just a little after midnight - or so I think, I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the time. Once I had got to sleep I seemed to sleep quite well. The first time I woke up my chest was still feeling a bit tender, and I had to be careful about how I laid down.

  I guess that by the end I was sleeping well because after getting up for maybe 15 minutes, soon after 6am, I went back to sleep, and didn't wake again until almost 8am. That is quite a long lay in for me. As expected, my blood glucose reading was high this morning, but to my relief it was somehow still under the red line. It was 9.7mmol/l - which is still rather close to the red line at 10.0mmol/l. I expected it to cross the red line after all the food I enjoyed yesterday.

  I've just taken a couple of minutes to check my blood pressure this morning. It was 108/63 with a pulse rate of 56 beats per minute. I think that is pretty good, and if I could ever manage that in the doctors surgery he would give me a gold star!

  My plans for today are both simple to say, but tricky to realise in a good way. I intend to take a part walk to the pub for my usual couple of pints on a Wednesday lunchtime. It should be a pleasant walk in the sunshine (the sun came out about 15 minutes ago as I write this). It is possible, although unlikely, that Angela could fancy a walk in the sunshine, and end up in the pub, but it is so unlikely that I definitely won't be expecting it.

  The tricky bit is that after having my two pints of Guinness, and walking home, I will want lunch and a snooze, but Jodie is coming over this afternoon instead of Tomorrow because she is going to a gig early in the evening tomorrow. I shall have to do without my snooze, but I expect I will fit in a bit of lunch. Talking of Jodie, I know she was seeing Focus, the Dutch Prog Rock band in the Beaverwood Club yesterday. What she didn't realise was that she was caught in someones live streaming of the gig - she is just left of centre of this screenshot from the video stream.