One brief topic of conversation on Friday night was me wondering when it was that I first took a picture of Carrie. Yesterday I looked through all my photos and I think I found the first couple of pictures of Carrie taken on Sunday 6th July 2014. At that time I had no idea who Carrie was, and I hardly knew how to use a camera - I relied on using a "bridge camera" set on auto. I might have used the built in flash, but the lack of red eye suggests not.
  I am not sure if Carrie and Steve were girlfriend and boy friend in 2014, but they probably were. It is fortunate that I snapped them standing together in this photo. I have no idea what song they wee doing, but I have a vague memory that Carrie was so sloshed that I could barely make out the lyrics. That could be half a pint of Rose wine she is drinking.
  Here's a close up of Carrie. I think her face was a little fatter, and her hair was tending towards brown in those day. I suspect this was before she really took to public singing, but once she made a career out of it she paid more attention to every detail. One thing I note is that the camera I was using, a Canon SX40, was capable of taking some great pictures if the lighting was OK. I note these pictures seem to have been taken at about 9.30pm, and so daylight was no involved. I guess I was using flash (inbuilt into the camera), but there were no eyes visible to light up red !

  By 6pm, last night, I was feeling hungry again. I could have eaten the start of the lamb stew I had started cooking, but I would have to add the cabbage I was going to put in it, and using the slow cooker to cook it would have been a slow process (no surprises there). Not only that but I fancied something special, something I couldn't cook at home. The only safe option was to fall back onto kebabs.

  Plenty of past experiments have shown that just grilled meat and salad does nothing bad to my blood glucose. Last night I ordered from a Turkish restaurant, and so it was rather expensive. Now that was a shame because I didn't think it was as tasty as I hoped, but it could have had one advantage - it was supplied in kit form. The meat came in small foil containers. The salad came in it's own container, and the bread was not pitta bread. If you don't want to eat pitta bread while it of fresh and hot you may as well throw it away. This meal came with "proper" bread, albeit as a flat disk instead of a loaf.

  I thought I was ordering for two days, but it seemed the portions did not satisfy my hunger. I ate both the grilled lamb and the grilled chicken with the salad. I kept the bread for today. On reflection it probably was as tasty as I should have expected, but for the price I paid I expected it to be gold plated ! Anyway, the good thing was that it left me feeling satisfied without feeling bloated.

  There was nothing on TV last night, and so I entertained myself with a few ancient episodes of Danger Man. Now I have got used to it (again) I am sort of enjoying it now. Watching the forst few episodes for the first time it did seem very primitive. The series does date back to the mid 1960s, and so it is not surprising. I think a typical Hollywood screen write would extend each 27 minute episode to about 90 minutes so each step of the plot could be followed, and that would have been good but boring. I must admit there are jumps in the story line that are never explained, but somehow, once you get used to the format you never stop to wonder why. One thing I doubt I noticed when I first saw it, and maybe even when watching episodes of The Prisoner, is that Patrick McGoohan is a very versatile actor playing many different personalities as part of the story.

  It must have been around 10pm when I went to bed. I was feeling rather tired, and it wasn't long before I fell asleep. I seemed to sleep really well, and like the night before I didn't seem to get up for a pee as often as usual. Yesterday I thought that a good sign, but it turned out my blood glucose was dangerously high yesterday morning. As far as I can tell I didn't suffer from any insomnia last night (not counting 5 minutes to get up and go for a pee), but maybe I did....or maybe not.

  I know I had a lot of dreams during the night, but I only retain a memory of a few seconds of one dream, at least I think that is all I remember from a dream, but maybe not. The main bit I remember was looking at, or maybe holding, a thick (perhaps half inch), tabloid sized piece of soft grey rubber. It had some holes in it, and was marked with some outlines. I knew, or was told, it was a gasket for a multi faith adapter.

  The basic concept was that a Protestant house might have different sized plumbing that would not connect to the plumbing (for instance sewers) in a Catholic neighbourhood, and what I had was the gasket of an adaptor to connect the two. So far so simple (and very weird). What happened next is very vague. It seemed like I woke up, and was considering what I had just dreamed, but I have a sort of feeling that my thinking about it was part of another, or the same dream. I was considering all the things you could do with these adaptor, and how they could improve the human experience. For instance it would be possible to have a Muslim/Mosque water feature in a Christian church, and other stuff like that.

  Whether all my thoughts were done while awake, or in a dream will never be known, but it still felt like I slept OK. It was surprising that after often feeling cold during the day, I didn't seem to feel cold in the night, and that was even after kicking the duvet aside. At 5am I was starting to feel a bit cool, and I turned the heater up to full. I can't say that when I got up at about 6.30am I felt particularly good, but I guess I didn't feel too bad, and so far it does seem that I have gotten over the effects of walking home in the cold air on Friday night.

  The good news is that despite apparently eating quite a lot yesterday, my blood glucose has dropped to just 8.6mmol/l this morning. Of course I would prefer it lower, but it is typical of most days. Now the trouble comes with trying to keep it there, or lower. I have had 2/3rds of the bread which came with my kebab takeaway for breakfast this morning. I toasted it, and added almost the last of my cheese on it. It was nice, and in theory, having it this time of the morning will mean it won't effect my blood glucose 24 hours later - but other stuff I could eat may well do - for good or bad.

  My cupboard is just about bare, and I need to go to Tesco. I should have done it yesterday, but I just couldn't be bothered. I am not sure if I will have time today, or even if Tesco is open on Easter Sunday (although I feel sure Aldi might be). The main time constraint is that Jodie should be coming over this afternoon for some beer tasting. I need to get ready for that, and I also want to do some laundry after I have had a shower. Maybe there will be time for all of this in the end, and even Tesco's might be open on this Easter holiday Sunday.