There is a big grey cloud where the sun could be shining as I write this, but a lot of the sky is fairly clear, and so I can believe we will get some sunny spells sooner or later. The latest revision to the forecast has extended the full sunshine shown in the screenshot above to last from midday to 3pm. This morning has started mild by comparison to recent mornings, 7° C, but all that sun will only raise the afternoon temperature to 9° C. That is one degree under what I would say is the first hint of warmth, although if the wind is light enough it could feel still feel nice when in direct sunshine while wearing a dark coat. At the moment only one hour featuring just sunny spells is shown for tomorrow, but the temperature could hit 10° C, but with no sunshine that will still feel chilly.
 
   There was quite a lot of good stuff yesterday, but also some quite bad ! My whole morning, and some of the afternoon was geared up to go out, but as the time to go out approached I began to lose enthusiasm, and I really had to push myself to finally grab my Nikon D300s camera, put on a coat, and actually head out into unexpected light rain.

  My destination was The Mordern Arms in Greenwich. I could have easily got a bus, but the pub is near Greenwich station, and I chose to go by train. Checking the timetables showed it would take about 40 minutes door to door, and I have doubts that was more than 10 or 15 minutes longer than the direct bus. It did mean changing trains at London Bridge station, but I thought it would be a good way of stretching my legs after not going further than Tesco for ages (last Wednesday excepted).

  What was almost unexpected was that by the time I had walked to the station it seemed angina pains had returned. I was definitely feeling poorly by the time I was standing on the platform waiting for the train. The odd thing about it was that the walk to the station is only a minute or two longer than the walk to Tesco, and when I walked there, and walked back carrying the extra load of shopping on Saturday I had no pains. Later in the day this was an interesting clue that would go some way to diagnosing what was going on.
  Going by train provided a small opportunity for a bit of train spotting. I snapped several trains along the way, but I had already taken pictures of most of them, but this blue class 375 train, was a new addition to my great spreadsheet of trains spotted. It was an 8 car train made from two 4 car units. The 4 car unit on the back could also been another addition to my spreadsheet, but my pictures was too blurred to use.

  The reason for the blurry picture was that I had to take the snap almost over my shoulder as I rushed to change platforms after a platform change announcement. I had been waiting on platform 4 for my train to Greenwich, but the platform was blocked by a Brighton bound train that should have left 10 minutes earlier. I think the official excuse was probably "a passenger taken ill on the train". That may have been so, but what I heard from a couple of members of the platform staff as the rushed passed me was that she was a big lady, and they would need extra help moving her.
  One little oddity is that I am sure I took this picture before the one above, but the file numbering says otherwise. As can be clearly seen, thanks to a low shutter speed, this train was heading to Hayes (Kent), and could have taken me back to Catford Bridge station. After sitting on the train from Catford Bridge for 16 minutes on it's way to London Bridge, and despite all the rush of changing platforms twice, the second in particular haste, almost all my pains had faded away.

  I still didn't feel all that good after getting the train to Greenwich, and walking the few hundred yards to the pub, but in some ways it was a more wary feeling than any real discomfort. The band were already playing when I got there, although it may have been the end of a sound check. I bought myself a pint of Guinness, and then tried to find a viewpoint that would avoid standing in front of too many people.
  The band were The Bus Stops, named after the Hollies song "Bus Stop" - The Hollies being a bad that Nathan, seen here playing the drums, is fanatical about.
  This is the lead guitarist, and I think his name is Spencer. These first few pictures were taken with ambient light, but there was only just enough light. It was helped by some daylight coming through the window, but even in the short time I was there it was starting to fade.
  I think Nathan is the only one of the musicians I have seen play before, possibly at an open mic session. I didn't realise he was a drummer. I thought he was a guitarist. Maybe he is both. He is certainly a singer. It seemed that all three members of the band took turns to sing.
  One of those pictures where I managed to hit the camera shutter button at the exact time to capture the bass player, whose name I don't know, with his eyes wide open, and almost looking at the camera, and with mouth open as he sung.
  Another shot I was very happy with, and this time I got most of his bass guitar in the picture. The whole gig had a 1960s vibe, and the three band members dressed accordingly in their black, long sleeved turtle neck shorts. I guess their hair cuts were 1960s inspired too, but early 1960s before longer hair became the norm.

  I only stayed for about 25 minutes. That was partly because I was feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't so much pain discomfort, but also the discomfort knowing I couldn't relax in a busy pub. There was one chair I had managed to hog, but it was on the end of a table with a group of people sitting at it. No matter where I went went, or indeed could get to, it felt like I was intruding. I finished my Guinness, and headed off to get the bus home.

  With the light fading fast, I didn't think I could take any good pictures of trains, and so the bus seemed to be the easier option. I was lucky that I only had a 5 minute wait for a bus that would deliver me to the end of my road. The walk from the bus stop was about the same distance as to the station, and I was on edge waiting for any angina like pains to start. Maybe I was starting to get a bit of a twinge, but my strong desire for a pee occupied most of my attention.

  After getting home I had my pee, and while I waited for my bedroom to warm up I downloaded the pictures I had taken onto my PC. I think I had taken 44 pictures, and thanks to the marvels of my professional grade, albeit a bit old, Nikon D300s camera, half could have been usable with enough work, but many were almost duplicates, and my final "official" photo album was just 9 pictures. That's probably not bad for 25 minutes work - which included ordering and drinking a pint of Guinness.

  I took a break from the photos while I started to watch 4 episodes of Futurama series 4, and ate my dinner. Dinner was the second half of my Indian takeaway from Saturday night. It was rather delicious, but like the previous night I ended up taking a couple of antacid tablets before I went to bed because my burps had an acid sort of feeling to them. Also, it was almost like my angina pains were back.

  I was in bed relatively early, and I read for long enough to finish my last Edmund Cooper book. With the book finished I turned out the light and tried to get comfortable for sleep, but I just couldn't seem to get comfortable. While laying in the dark I started to consider all the clues. The last time I had got angina like pains was last Wednesday, and like yesterday, it was walking to the station. On both occasions I had had something to eat before drinking, although having said that, I always seem to have lunch after getting back from seeing Angela in the pub on a Wednesday.

  Yesterday I did have quite a substantial lunch several hours before walking to the station. That lunch was a naan bread heaped with cheese and chilli sauce before being microwaved for long enough to melt the cheese. That would have easily caused acid indigestion. There was one other thing. On both occasions I had taken a couple of Ibuprofen tablets to calm down some aches from my operation scar tissue on my chest when it got cold.

  Until now I had believed Ibuprofen to be fairly benign, but I had heard of it causing stomach problems, and then indirectly, heartburn. Through all this palaver I am now thinking I was suffering from a mix of different things, and those combined made it feel like angina. For instance I suspect maybe a long tail of covid, or maybe even of the covid vaccination, has been causing random aches in my arms with no hint of any chest pains at the same time.

  For the last 10 years (almost) I have had chest pain from the scars left on my chest tissue, and probably even on the ribs and sternum bones. I have had many, almost every winter, incidents of nasty/worrying pains from my chest. The final ingredient is what is now seeming to be a problem with excess Ibuprofen usage. The latter is unfortunate because when it isn't responsible for added pain, it is a quick, and effective cure of that inflamed scar tissue.

  There is one clue that seems to point away from any heart trouble, and that is my blood pressure. Although since I stopped taking Clopidogrel, the blood thinning drug, my diastolic pressure has risen a bit, but my general blood pressure is still very good. Just this morning it settled down to 112/71. My doctor, or one of them, said that anything under a systolic pressure 140 was good, and nothing to worry about. He didn't seem concerned about the diastolic pressure (the lower of the two readings). Just to be on the safe side I have resumed taking Clopidogrel for a few days to see if it has any usefulo effect, although I know from experience that prolonged use causes joint pain.

  I ended up sleeping with the heater on full blast last night, and for some of the night I even slept fully under the duvet without feeling too hot. It was almost like I had a fever, maybe caused by some mild viral infection, but my thermometer says I never even approached so called "normal" temperature. On the whole, once I was sleeping, and that took some time, I seemed to sleep quite well. I can only remember hints of some dreams, and I am sure I went for a pee less times in the night - suggesting I would see a nice low reading when I checked my blood glucose this morning.

  Unfortunately my actual blood glucose reading was annoyingly high at 9.2mmol/l. A reading in the low eights would have given a chance of a reasonable average for the whole month, but that seems to have blown it. Today I am making a few small changes to my eating. This morning I still had a bowl of instant noodles, but it was just a small packet, and I didn't add any hot pepper sauce. I am thinking of reducing my usage of that delicious addition to many meals. I am thinking it is probably another stomach irritant. For the same reason I am going to try to lay off using Ibuprofen for a while, and just endure the pains it would otherwise cure.

  Today would be a good day to go out, and yet I feel reluctant in case I trigger off some pains. It would be good not to waste the sunshine, even if it is mostly cold sunshine. Another reason for going out today would be that I can't tomorrow because I think I am expecting a couple of deliveries - hopefully one will be my latest beer order. I am currently keeping my fingers crossed that none of the deliveries end up being scheduled for Wednesday, and will interfere with my Wedneesday drink with Angela.