Not all of today will be sunny. 6pm is now (according to the latest revision) going to be cloudy. As I write this at approx 9am the temperature, according to three outdoor thermometers that should still be in the shade, is 19° C. That's a degree higher than forecast, and maybe the temperature at the end of the afternoon may be a little higher than the 26° C forecast. It looks like, for one day only, it is summer again. Tomorrow it's all change. A lot of tomorrow could be wet. Most of it will sporadic light rain, but tomorrow is one occasion where The Met Office has thrown in some lightning bolts instead of The BBC. The BBC say that it will continue to be light rain. The temperature is currently predicted to rise to 23° C.

   Yesterday was a relaxed sort of day, or at least that is how it ended up. One less than relaxing thing I did was to hand wash a small hand towel. With the weather dry and mostly sunny, I hung it on the washing line to dry. When I brought it in, late in the afternoon, it felt hot and bone dry.

  My second bit of not relaxing was to go shopping in Tesco. It felt good to out in the fresh air as I walked to the store, but I felt a bit warm coming home, and almost tired when I got indoors. It was my intention to only buy "safe" (as in low or zero sugar) stuff, but I ended up with a few things that don't match that description. One thing that I didn't think would be safe was Scotch Eggs.

  I now know their sugar content is very low. Yesterday I bought a pack of two Tesco "Finest" Scotch Eggs to see how they compare with their ordinary Scotch Eggs. The Finest ones have a wholemeal outer shell (sort of like, but not batter), and there seems to be a herb or two in it. I think the nutritional panel said each Scotch Egg contained 0.4gm of sugar. That is nice and low, and the same, or very similar to the ordinary Scotch Eggs. The "Finest" ones do taste a little bit nicer, but maybe not enough to warrant paying the premium on them - except on rare occasions.

  I bought two pack of meat. One was diced beef, and the other was some slightly trimmed pork belly strips. I had those pork belly strips, along with some green beans also bought yesterday, for my dinner. This time I didn't over cook the pork, and it was nice and juicy when I ate it. I had sprinkled chilli flakes and paprika on them before cooking, and that added a nice piquancy to the taste. I also poured off over half a cupful of fat three quarters of the way through cooking. It meant that last night's dinner was a bit closer to, but not really healthy. It was bloody nice though !

  After getting home I felt tired, and after eating, and enjoying, the two Tesco "Finest" Scotch Eggs, I didn't really fancy doing anything. Earlier in the morning I had fanciful ideas about going for a walk in the park. What I did instead was to lay on my bed reading. I only managed a page or two before my eyes started to close. I put the book down and snoozed, and I think it might have been for over an hour !

  I'm sure I reported that I thought I had slept well the night before, but evidently I wanted more sleep. The question is, is this a getting old thing, or am I fighting some sort of infection or cancer, or do I just imagine I slept well, or is it the result of something like depression ? Maybe it is just because I can - I can remember there were plenty of times at work where an afternoon nap would have been great*, but of course that was not possible.

* In my days working in Beckenham Telephone exchange I did have an afternoon nap in the snooker room (which had an almost comfortable chair). It seemed like a good thing starting the nap, but I usually woke up feeling crap ! I'll just add that work in a telephone exchange, particularly a modern electronic one, was usually many periods of boredom interspersed with frenetic activity whenever a fault was detected.

  A combination of a long snooze/nap, plus some reading seemed to make the afternoon rush by. There just didn't seem to be any time spare to do anything else, and then it was time for the three Star Treks on TV. During the middle one, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, I had my dinner, as described above. The now usual thing after the Star Treks is to change channels again to watch UFO. Yesterday was different because I watched Secrets Of The London Underground instead. The male presenter is a bit of a twat, but the female presenter partly makes up for that, and the places shown are definitely fascinating.

  That programme finished at 9pm, and it seemed like bed time. I brushed my teeth, and then laid on my bed reading. I think it was 10pm when I first tried to get to sleep, but I couldn't seem to relax, and I sort of did and didn't feel sleepy. Once again I took a couple of Paracetamol tablets so I could rule out any aches and pains from keeping me awake (even though I wasn't really suffering from much more than a mild ache in my right elbow). One other factor was that it was a bit hot and sticky last night.

  I probably fell asleep by 10.30pm, and once asleep I don't really remember that much until I got up. I remember waking up at 1.30am and going for a pee, but I didn't really seem to need one. The next time I woke up was just before 5am, and once again I went to the toilet, but didn't pee much. I then went back to bed and it seemed I would never get back to sleep again. I then sort of blinked and when I opened my eyes again the clock read 6.30am. That was a surprise !

  There were two possible reasons why I hardly peed in the night. One was that I was dehydrated,a nd the other was that my blood glucose was very low. It turned out that both might be right.....or wrong. This morning my new meter gave a very good reading of just 8.2mmol/l. Possibly low enough that I was closer to "normal" than diabetic. For some inexplicable reason my old meter gave a bad reading of 9.0mmol/l. It is usual that both meters give slightly different blood glucose readings, but two figures so wide apart is rare.

  Today I have a positive thing to do. It's Wednesday, and I shall be going to The Jolly Farmers to do (or attempt to do) the crosswords in The Metro, and have a couple or more of pints of Guinness. Then I shall come home very slightly tipsy, and feeling morose because Angela did not join me. Once again I am not going to tell her I am going, but she should know my routine by now, and if she wanted to see me she would be in the pub. I have a cynical feeling she will see me in the pub once or twice mid September - just to pour on the charm so she gets a free Wedding photographer on the 23rd September.