The weather forecast from the Met Office has been revised since I took the screenshot above. It is now roughly in agreement with the BBC forecast (which hasn't been revised yet). It says sunny spells from 8am, and then full sunshine from 2pm to 4pm before a return to sunny spells. It is going to be a little cooler than yesterday with the temperature reaching 22° C (Met Office) or 23° C (BBC). Tomorrow may include some light rain for an hour or two either side of midday, and some heavier rain in the late evening. The temperature should still reach 22° C.

  Yesterday seems like it was an odd sort of day. It started off as OK, then slowly rose to a peak, and finally slowly slipped into depression. I took the morning moderately slowly because my only aim was to get myself ready to go out for a couple of pints of Guinness in The Jolly Farmers.

  As I mentioned yesterday, I knew that Angela had returned to work after a very long time off on a doctors sick note, on Tuesday, and so she could possibly go to the pub yesterday lunchtime. Maybe it was stupid, but it feels like she has been mostly ignoring me for the last 5 or 6 weeks. I thought I would return the favour by not saying I was going to the pub. It would (hopefully) be wonderful if she decided to go anyway, but it had to be her decision.
  Things got off to a good start after picking up two copies of The Metro (one for me, and one for Ayse the barmaid) at Catford Bridge station.  At Ladywell station I saw the back of the train I had been travelling on, and the number of the rear unit was 466012, a number I later found I had not got a photograph of.

  I got to the pun at about a quarter to 1pm, and so I had just over 15 minutes to wait to see if Angela would turn up. She didn't. I had better luck doing the two crossword puzzles in The Metro. I can usually do the quick crossword, but for ages now the cryptic crossword has defeated, and usually defeated me badly ! Yesterday I managed to complete both crosswords before I had drunk more than one and a half pints of Guinness.
   If you click on the picture you'll see a far larger version of the image. You still won't see the clues though. Maybe I am not 100% convinced I got every answer right. I can't remember which answer it was, but I recall two different words would fit, and both had similar spellings and meanings. It is possible I chose the wrong one. I felt so elated I had finished both crosswords for the first time in years, probably many years ! I stayed to have two double Jamesons to celebrate.

  The off thing is that I didn't seem to feel very drunk, or even drunk at all. However I realised I had just missed a train back to Catford Bridge, and decided to walk home. Maybe that was a sign of drunkenness, but maybe not because I knew it was only an extra couple of hundred feet, maybe yards, to walk instead of getting the train. It seemed really nice in the warm and bright park, and it felt like I could walk for ages if I did it slowly, and stopped every now and again.

  As usual I went striding ahead, and then it was very desirable to look for a place to stop to get my breath back - somewhere with a few worth seeing, like down into the river as a for instance. I think I only stopped twice, and both times lasted probably less than a minute. Once I had walked through the park the walk became less enjoyable, and I was happy to arrive home. Partly happy because although I had time to grab my lunch, and then get changed, I was gently needing a wee, and in another 20 minutes it may not have been a gentle need.

  My lunch was a pair of Tesco Scotch eggs (which seem to have very little sugar in them. The nutritional panel says just 0.8gm, but I am not sure if that was per 100gm or for each egg (or even both). If it was per 100gm the total for both eggs could have been higher. As I ate I began to feel depressed, and even the memory of the clipping on the left, featuring the wonderful description of "Swearing Enthusiast), which greatly amused me in the pub, didn't lift my spirits.

  I had a lot of things on my mind. I was feeling tired, and I had just enough hangover to induce depression. One thing that was getting on my mind was the increasing string of poster type pictures on the internet regarding Chislehurst Rock. I was looking forward to it, and even spent a lot of money on photographic stuff for the day, but those posters are really pissing me off. It could be read that they are expecting a terrorist attack rather than an unlikely bit of trouble from a couple of excitable youths - something the goons (aka Security) can easily handle.

  Council regulations this year say the event has to be fully enclosed with only two entrances. Bag searches are mandatory, and no liquids, not even plain water, are allowed to be brought in. I fully intend to sneak in a bottle of water in my camera bag by making it seem it is probably a camera lens. If I get turned away, or ordered to empty it, I shall just turn around, and walk away.

  It wasn't long before I fell asleep while laying on my bed - initially to read while thinking negative thoughts. I'm not sure when it was I fell asleep, but it was possibly closer to 3pm than 4pm. I didn't wake up until it was getting very close to 5pm, and time for the first of three Star Treks. At that point I hadn't prepared any dinner, and while I could have had cans of soup, I decided that "to hell with the expense" and ordered a shish kebab takeaway.

  I did have an ulterior motive. After breakfast the only thing I ate was the Scotch Eggs, and they were supposedly had a very low sugar content. I had had three days of low blood glucose readings, and decided to try for a fourth. To be doubly sure I avoided ordering any extras, or anything with chips. I stuck to one lamb, and one chicken shish kebabs. They were both very tasty, and I didn't feel the need for any more after them.

  Maybe it was my long snooze, but I couldn't seem to relax enough to get to sleep initially. It was a warm night, or at least it started as one, and I was feeling quite sticky when I went to bed (the chilli sauce on the kebabs was a good enough reason for that). It was probably around 11pm that I got up again to take a couple of Paracetamol tablets. Once again they seemed to work, and I guess I was asleep around midnight.

  I seemed to sleep well, although after a late start I didn't get as many hours as desired - which might be a different amount to needed. It's all very blurry now, but I seemed to have dreams about Amazon deliveries. One parcel seemed to contain (presumably) software on 3.5 inch floppy disks. A couple of boxes seemed to be for my sister. It is hard to say just how many dreams I had, but it feels like each was just a means of passing some time without anything in particular happening in.

  My attempt for another start of the day with low blood glucose readings seems to have been more successful that I expected. My new blood glucose meter read 7.4mmol/l, and the old meter read 7.6mmol/l - the two readings nicely averaging out to my fantasy target of 7.5mmol/l. That is on the upper limit of "normal", non diabetic, but it only comes with great discipline. It is also low enough to hint at the start of some small weight loss. If I had done a decent sized poo this morning I might have dared to weigh myself before I had a large breakfast, and several drinks.

  There are four things to do today. The first is to finish washing a hand towel, and some underwear so I can clear the bathtub read for me to have a shower. Once I am clean I think top priority is to go to the pharmacy to hopefully pick up my latest repeat prescription.  If I have time I want to go to Tesco. Finally, it is Thursday, and the Thursday beer drinking session. Michael will try and talk the hind legs off a donkey, and Jodie will be stuck scrolling stuff on her phone. I don't know why I enjoy these sessions - except for the occasional good and tasty beer !