It is the first day of British Summer Time, and yet the weather seems to have slipped back a month or two. There will be copious rain until 1 or 2pm (the BBC say lighter rain, but extending to 5pm), and the maximum temperature is predicted to be 9° C. It will probably only be a degree or two away from a frost early tomorrow morning, but most of tomorrow should feature sunny spells, and even non stop sunshine at time, but the temperature may only be the same as today, 9° C.
 
  I did not feel good yesterday, but it was not because my blood glucose was so high, although the two had the same reason. It felt like all the fried chicken I had gorged on, maybe aided with some of the pizza I ate, had set solid inside me. It didn't feel like constipation, but it did feel like there was a heavy mass further up the digestive tract. Maybe there was, but without a handy Xray machine, or CT scanner there was no way of knowing.

  I felt bad all morning, but at least around the end of the morning I did finally go to the toilet, and that was a huge weight off my stomach ! It was a strange day yesterday. There were several, maybe many times when I thought I should go out, even if it was just to do some very much needed gardening, but every time I started mentally preparing myself a big black cloud would float past, blocking the sunshine, and making it look miserable outside again.

  One thing I had to try and do yesterday was to be very careful about what I ate, and how much of it. I wasn't completely successful because I didn't want to waste any of the previous night's takeaway. I had a few cold slices of pizza for breakfast, but the rest, almost half the gigantic pizza I ordered, I tore into slices, and stacked them face to face before putting them in the freezer for another day.

  For dinner I decided I would eat the peri peri grilled chicken wings. They didn't seem to be coated with a sticky glaze, and I think they were safe to eat. What was not such a good idea was when I opened the second bag and found it wasn't more wings, but small slices of garlic bread. Once again I did not want to waste it, and ate all 4 slices. Fortunately they seemed to have been sliced from something like a French baton loaf, and were quite small, and not very garlicky.

  It was sometime after dinner that I did a tiny bit of work. I gathered together all the old bills and stuff that were on the bookshelves in the front room, and also emptied out a drawer next to the settee that had a lot more paperwork in it. In theory I should be able to use that drawer to store a lot of the neat and tidy (sort of) plastic file wallets that I am keeping all the needed/useful/interesting paperwork in. While in the front room I took four bottles of St Bernardus Prior 8 beer from the box, and put them in the fridge.

  My dinner was supposed to be smaller than it was. I ate the last piece of fried chicken. I ate it cold, and it seemed OK. I guess I could have put it in the mini oven/grill to crisp up the southern fried coating, but then it would be too hot to eat straight away. I followed the chicken with two big oranges. They would have been a source of sugar, but past experimentation suggested they shouldn't have been too bad for me. I washed dinner down with the four bottles of beer I had put in the fridge an hour or two earlier.

  Even 4 bottles of strong (8%) beer could not make TV very exciting last night. Sky Arts were showing two episodes of "Guy Harvey's From The Vaults". He usually digs up some very rare archive stuff from the past, but the theme for last night's two programmes was 1982, and that was a very dodgy year for music. The charts had some great stuff, as The New Wave Of British Heavy Metal started to stir stuff up, but there was still an awful lot of truly terrible stuff.  It was unfortunate that to add novelty value, Guy Harvey showed some stuff from some otherwise moderately OK bands that really should never have escaped from the vaults !

  I was reading in bed before 9pm (I think), and once I had read enough I turned the light out, and was soon fast asleep. I seemed to sleep well last night right up to the last hour of sleep. At that time I hadn't realised the clocks had changed from GMT to BST, and it seemed to be time to get up, but it was still dark outside. I managed to force myself to sleep for nearly another hour before it was light, and seemed time to get up. Of course when I say light I really mean more like a miserable twilight thanks to the dark grey clouds.

  I definitely had some dreams last night. In the last hours before getting up I had a dream about helping to repair a TV. I don't remember it clearly, but it seemed to be in a classroom rather than a workshop. I believe I had a very pleasant dream just before 3am. The trouble is that I forgot every single thing about it when I woke up, and became distracted. Instead of thinking about the dream, and perhaps reinforcing any memories of it, I was distracted by the music playing quietly on my PC.

  I liked the sound of it the instant I heard it - sort of semi-rock mandolin, and female vocals. In another second or two I remembered what it was. It was Ann Wilson, the main vocalist from Heart, covering an old Bob Dylan song - "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" from her Hope And Glory album. The whole album is just her, and on some songs in a duet with others, singing cover versions. Many sound great, but a few are a bit dubious.

  This morning my blood glucose is down to a slightly safer area of 9.3mmol/l. If I am careful I should be able to get it in the eights tomorrow morning. I suspect it could have been lower if I hadn't eaten the two big oranges last night, and I have some doubts about the beers I drank. They did seem to feel a bit sticky on the lips. Maybe I'll give them a miss today, but with luck I will be having some alternate beers.

  Provided Jodie has got over her sniffles, she should be coming over for a beer tasting session this afternoon. There are a lot of beers here that I have been saving in the time since she last came over (a fortnight ago ??). All I have to do now is to decide if I should prepare some dinner ready for final cooking after dinner, or just to have some cans of soup. The soup would mean no vegetables, but I could probably live with that for a day or two.