The latest revision hasn't change the weather forecast. It seems it is going to be a dull, but dry day. The temperature should peak at 13° C, and that is about all there is to say except that there is a 10% chance of rain at almost any time today even if no rain is shown on the chart. The clouds should be a bit lighter tomorrow, and there is a slim chance of some sunny spells in the morning, but tomorrow will probably be a colder day with a top temperature of just 10° C.

  Apart from seeing Angela, which was very good, almost everything else about yesterday was terrible, and all because of the weather, or specifically a weather forecast that was a tissue of lies ! I will admit it did seem to lighten up a bit as I had my shave, shampoo, and shower prior to going out to walk through the park. I was suckered in by the weather forecast enough that I made sure I took my sunglasses.
  There was one slightly, but only very slightly, brighter sunny spells before this one. It would be easier to see my shadow if I had videoed it. By moving my arms or something, it would draw the attention to an exceedingly faint shadow being cast by half a ray of sunshine wheedling it's way through a paper thin crack in the clouds.
  As usual around these parts, or in the northern hemisphere, the sun was trying to get through clouds that had slightly more texture than this dirty grey mass of clouds to the north. Te wind seemed to be coming from the west at ground level, but I suspect at the level of the clouds it was coming from the north, pushing this murky mass towards us. It's effect would be felt when we left the pub.

 I had allowed enough time to dawdle in the park, perhaps taking photos of squirrels, or some such, but the wind made it feel much colder than the 13° C, and it was just starting to spit with rain. I decided not to hang around, and go straight to the pub...or almost straight. It felt just about OK to walk as far as St Mary's Church rather than cut through the hospital. I arrived about 15 minutes early at the pub.

  Despite the last thing I did, the last time I was in the pub, was to offer, and get a light hug from Ayse (Incorrectly spelled "Asia" previously), on Xmas eve, I had a warm welcome in the pub. The pub was quiet enough for a bit of chat before Angela arrived. It was so nice to see Angela after not seeing her for a fortnight, but somehow I didn't feel the closeness I usually feel. We had a nice chat, and I even heard a few "family secrets", but somehow it didn't feel as intimate it usually is.

  I must interrupt this narrative at this point to say it is now 10am as I write these words, and we have just had a more intense sunny spells than anything yesterday. At the moment most of sky is cloudy, but there are a few small blue patches to be seen, and the sun has found one of them.

 All too soon our hour was up, and I walked Angela back to work. As we got to the door of the pub I remarked that it seemed so dull that it might start to rain. In fact it was spitting with rain as we went outside. We had hardly walked 30 feet before the amount of rain increased. I was happy that I was wearing a coat I could do up. Prior to going out, and naively believing the weather forecast I had contemplated wearing my sleeveless denim jacket so I could get some sun on my arms.

  I was feeling pretty soggy by the time we got to Angela's office, and so our goodbye hug was a a rather light affair. As I walked on home the rain seemed to get heavier, and by the time I was home my jeans were feeling distinctly damp. I was not happy ! This was the trigger for some unusual eating yesterday. It started with a 25gm packet of crisps. That was followed by a lot of cheese on toast. I had just three slices of Polish sourdough bread, but also two end crusts.

  Both those end crusts were quite thick, and easy to slice in two. Although the bread had tapered down towards the end of the loaf, I ended up with 7 slices of toast, although those end pieces were no bigger than credit card sized (but obviously a lot thicker). I used the last of the sliced smoked cheddar, and the last of the sliced cheddar with chillies, and for the last couple of slices of toast I used just plain ready sliced cheddar. It was all rather delicious.

  If I hadn't taken a pack of flavoued sliced chicken out of the fridge, and pealed the covering film back to help it warm up a bit, I would have eaten just the cheese on toast, but that flavoured chicken was just there, beckoning to be eaten, and I did just that, although I sprinkled on a lot of hot chilli sauce to give it extra flavour. Compared to the cheese on toast, I didn't enjoy that chicken at all.

  As well as the miserable weather, I was also feeling very slightly drunk - just on two pints of Guinness ! After eating I laid down, read a page or two of a book, and then had a long snooze. I may have been asleep for a full hour, perhaps a bit more, or perhaps a bit less. Who knows ? I guess I had a hangover when I woke up, and I was feeling quite edgy - whatever that means !

  It was at that point I probably should have have started cooking my dinner. Actually I should have prepared, and part cooked it before I went out. In the end, when it came time for dinner I did feel starving, but I decided to have a very light, but maybe a bit sweet, dinner of two large oranges, and two 25gm packets of crisps. It was sort of nice, and seemed not exactly filling, but enough.

  The TV schedules on Dave have changed to show one early evening episode of QI with another episode later in the evening, and that followed by an episode of Have I Got News For You. I thought that I would be getting another very late night until I saw that Johnny Vegas was a guest on the late QI. I can't stand the bloke, and went to bed early. I probably read in bed until about 9pm...or was it 10pm ??

  It stayed mild last night, and I took the chance of turning off the heater some time before I went to bed. I felt comfortable reading in bed while partly under the duvet, but once I tried to sleep, and pulled the duvet over my body, I soon felt far too hot. I felt asleep partly covered, but woke up an hour or two later, feeling frozen. At that point I put the heater on low, and tried for sleep again. I was still partly uncovered, and once again woke up feeling really cold despite the heater being on low.

  After a while I managed to get to sleep again, but this time making sure my arms and legs were under the duvet. That seemed to feel so uncomfortable that after waking up at about 4am I turned the heater on full. It took a bit of time but I finally ended up sleeping very well - so well that it was just after 8am when  I woke up. I haven't slept so late for ages...at least I don't think I have. It was almost a shock to get up to full daylight (which means it was after 8.05am this morning).

  I didn't know what to predict when it came to checking my blood glucose. I was probably expecting it to be a fair bit higher than a rather reasonable 8.4mmol/l, or very slightly below my typical average. I also weighed myself, and was quite astonished to see I had actually lost a useful amount of weight, and that was after only doing quite a small poo this morning. I am beginning to think that cheese on toast is nowhere near as bad for me than I might have previously thought.

  Today's plans are quite simple. Once I have had a quick shower I want to go an buy another loaf of that Polish sourdough bread, and I expect I'll buy other stuff in the little supermarket on Catford Bridge. In the early afternoon I shall take  a walk to the pharmacy where I hope they will have my repeat prescription ready to take away. Later in the afternoon Jodie should come over for some beer tasting. Hopefully Michael join us too.