I took the screenshot above before 7am, and so it seemed prudent to check nothing serious has changed in the intervening hours. I am happy to say that apart from 10am now being shown as just sunny spells, the rest of the forecast hasn't changed at all. Today should be bright and sunny, and by mid afternoon the temperature should reach 28° C. Tomorrow should reach 25° C. It should start sunny and end sunny, but the middle of the day could see rain, and some of it might be heavy rain. The BBC is in a pessimistic mood about tomorrow, and has added lightning bolts to it's early afternoon rain !

  I seemed to be in a very lazy mood yesterday. I got as far as washing my hair, and having a shower, put a brand new double fitted sheet in soak for it's first ever wash, and than did nothing ! I ended up laying on my bed, initially reading, and then ending up having a snooze.

  I think I probably said I seemed to sleep well the night before, but now I doubt that. It did seem ridiculously easy just to shut my eyes and have a snooze at 10 in the morning ! (Possibly it was a bit later.) I have no idea how long I snoozed for, but I am wondering if it could have been for as long as an hour ? What I do know is that I woke up feeling cold, and a few bits of me susceptible to cold, such as my right elbow, were aching.

  I came close to be tempted to getting the heater out, but I resisted that by reminding myself that it was July, almost the peak of summer, and it couldn't be cold even if my thermometers said it was only 16 or 17° C. It was 22° C inside my bedroom, but that does seem to be the critical temperature when maybe just a change of a single degree seems to be the difference to feeling warm or cold.

  At around midday I received a text message from Michael saying he was driving to Tesco, and would I like some bottles of Diet Coke. I said yes please ! It was about 2pm when he messaged again to say he would be pulling up outside with them. While he transferred the bottles to me we chatted about what we would do later. The choice was between going to visit the rooftop garden of The Catford Constitutional Club, or to have a normal drink in my dining room.

  I didn't really have any enthusiasm to go out, and the way Michael accepted that so easily suggested he was not very enthusiastic about it. We left it that he would turn up here around 3.30pm. in the meantime I missed a phone call from Jodie. I phoned her back, and got through on the second attempt. She just wanted to say that she was back from her (and Alan's) rock festival in Finland, but as expected, she needed a day to detox herself, and that she would be coming here until Sunday afternoon for our fairly regular Sunday drink.

  Michael arrived just after 3.30pm, and we had a good drink, and it was good because we both stuck to stuff we knew we liked - except for a can of Fosters that we both agreed tasted like the horse it had come from should be put down ! As usual, Michael was taking ten to the dozen, and I rarely managed to get a word in edgewise, but it was still a pleasant few hours. I think Michael left in time to watch Star Trek: Enterprise, and that is also what I did once he had left.

  I think it was during the first commercial break in Enterprise that I rushed down to the kitchen to put my dinner together. It was another very simple meal of a heap of salad leaves topped with some ready cooked and flavoured chicken chunks. The one small change is that I had some slices of raw white onion with it. Sadly, I don't think the onion enhanced the dinner, although it certainly added no negative quality.

  I had started yesterday with a rather high blood glucose reading (10.1mmol/l on my old meter, but only 9.5mmol/l on the new), and the plan was to be very careful. That got off to a bad start when I (think) I had a double portion of instant noodles for breakfast. I don't think I had any more until shortly before drinking when I had a small pack of chicken fajitas (chicken lumps with some sort of spicy marinade). I think I might have avoided looking to see the sugar content of them, but I have a suspicion it was more than just plain chicken - possibly a lot more.

  My dinner should have been very safe. What came after, as a dessert, was taking a big gamble. It was a tub of ice cream - of the type I believe to have very little impact on my blood glucose level. Maybe it did, or maybe it didn't. It was possibly a silly gamble because yesterday I was suffering from something I was surprised I hadn't been suffering from over the last few weeks. It is admittedly not every time, but quite often after, or during, a long run of high blood glucose readings I develop a boil on my inner thigh.

  It was the day before yesterday when I fist noticed some discomfort. By last night it could be quite painful when sitting in a certain way. It was also often a bit painful when lying on my side in bed.  Last night was not a good night. Despite my constipation of the previous 2 days coming to an end yesterday (once rather uncomfortably, and the second time notable for the quantity involved !) it seemed like my stomach still felt tender, and was prone to a few gurgles and rumbles during the night.

  There was also the problem of the temperature of my bedroom. Yesterday may have been warmer then the previous days, but not enough to really warm it up. The temperature was at an awkward level - far too warm under the duvet, and far too cold without it. I ended up having a lousy night. I seemed to wake up far too often. Sometimes I needed a pee, but only one time did it seem to be a compelling reason to wake up. There were several times I just woke up because i had been sleeping with the duvet kicked aside and I felt cold, and various bits of me, mainly bits of my arms, ached.

  As well as all that, the boil on my inner thigh (very near the anus) was getting very sore. Soon after getting up, mainly because I didn't think I could sleep any more despite feeling tired, I went to the toilet. I was very pleased that it was very obvious I was not constipated this morning. As I went to flush the toilet I noticed a streak of blood down the inside of the bowl. My boil had burst ! It was pretty messy. I checked the underpants I was wearing and they had a big bloodstain in them. I changed to a new pair (selecting an old and not generally liked pair in case I have to throw them away).

  That pair also got a lot of blood on them, but it did seem the blood flow was almost over, and the third pair of underpants I shall be wearing until I have a shower, may not be too stained. If nothing else, I am now sitting down comfortably. As well as all that kerfuffle, I checked my blood glucose as I do every morning. This morning it was an interesting surprise. The new meter said 9.0mmol/l. That was a bit higher than I like, but I didn't think it was too bad after last night's ice cream. The old meter was very surprising because this time, for the first time, it gave a lower reading than the new meter. It said just 8.5mmol/l - a very average reading, and a rather good one compared to typical reading in the last 2 or 3 weeks.

  All the excitement may happen tonight - if I can keep my eyes open. For the rest of today I only definitely have to do one thing - finish washing the brand new fitted double bed sheet, and get it hanging in the sunshine to dry. Once that (or the big bucket it is in) is out of the bath I can have a shower, and maybe wash my hair. I ought to follow that with at least soaking my blood stained underwear in bio detergent. I think that will use up the last dregs of bio detergent, and I may go to Tesco to see if I can find any in there - plus some food.

  For my plans for later to come to fruition I will not only have to be able to keep my eyes from closing, but I will need a combined lunch/dinner mid afternoon, and, ideally, a few long snoozes during the day. I plan to go out tonight to take pictures of two bands. Hell On Tap are playing in The Swan And Mitre, and Chain are playing 3 or 4 minutes walk up the road in The Partridge. Part of this cunning plan is that there are several other popular bands playing in the Bromley area, and hopefully that will help keep the crowds a bit thinner at the two pubs I want to go to. It is possible that I may only spend half an hour at each venue, but sometimes I take my best pictures when it is a rush - and I have no idea why. Hopefully, 1) I will be able to drag myself away and get the bus to Bromley tonight (when I will really be wanting to go to bed), and 2) I will get a few good pictures to show tomorrow.