The early version of the forecast said this morning would not feature rain. That was obviously wrong because the road outside was wet when I opened the curtains soon after 7am. The latest revision to the forecast shows heavy rain for 9 and 10am. That might be followed by 4 hours of white cloud, and then two hours of sunny spells for 3 and 4pm. From 5pm there could be three hours of light rain. After such a drastic change to the forecast in just a couple of hours, it is almost certain that the forecasters don't have a clue, and later forecasts will show more drastic changes. The temperature forecast is usually correct, and so today should see 22° C this afternoon. Tomorrow might start a bit grey, but later there could be a scattering of sunny spells. The temperature probably will rise to 23° C.

   I felt really tired yesterday. I guess I have been burning the candle from both ends recently. I still had a lot of things to do, but I adopted a very lazy mode for some chunks of yesterday. I was interrupted a lot by Patricia as I was writing this diary/blog thing yesterday, but that was just about OK.

  Although I have seen little of Patricia during the middle of the day, and apart from last night, until fairly late in the evening, but it has been nice having Patricia staying here. In reality it was a good and sort of bad thing. The bad was just a disruption of my routine, but that is not set in stone, and in the words of 7 of 9 (from Star Trek:Voyager) "I will/did adapt". Yesterday was Patricia's last day here, but she still went out around 11am to meet har sister and son in law for a visit to Greenwich and to the Greenwich Observatory (now with a planetarium).

  When I finally finished writing, which was after Patricia had gone out, I had plenty to do, but I laid on my bed, tried to read for a bit, but had a snooze that may have lasted around half an hour. What I should have done next was to have a shower, but I decided a flannel wash a bit later would be sufficient because I hadn't really done anything that would have got me too stinky since my last shower. What I did instead was to wash a white hand towel, and a single pale blue t-shirt. I had to dry them on the small clothes horse in the front room (with a desk fan blowing on them).

  One relatively simple task that I did next was to rearrange the dining room table from an eating table to a drinking table. Although Jodie is (possibly) out of the country again, I still was going to have a few beers with Michael. I still had a few hours to go before that, and managed to knuckle down and got back to photo editing the snaps I took at Chatt fest last Sunday. The first band on was Chain, and maybe it was because the sun was out, and I didn't have to play around with the camera settings, almost all the pictures I took were very usable. I had to reject a lot for the sake of some variety.

  I didn't finish the photo album before I had to stop because it was time for drinking. As usual, Michael was talking non stop, often moaning about this that and the other. Later on Patricia arrived. She said she expected to arrive a lot earlier than the three previous days. I wanted Michael and her to meet, and they did. They both seemed to like each other, but they are both gas bags, and I barely got a word in edgewise.

  After Michael left Patricia turned down the offer of dinner because it was not so long ago that she had been eating McDonalds with her sister and son in law. She went up to the spare bedroom to pack, and I had to eat what was going to be her dinner. It was a Tesco spaghetti carbonara ready meal, and it had quite a high sugar content. Not only that but I didn't even enjoy it. I am not a great fan of pasta, although I used to cook a lot of a recipe I invented myself of pasta with tuna and sliced bell peppers with some tomato purée - and I enjoyed it. It was modestly low calorie, and in those days I was not too worried about sugar content.

   During, and after eating I watched some Star Treks. During commercial breaks I would either talk to Patricia or edit another photo. I can't seem to remember what time Patricia left, but I think she might have been aiming for the 6.57pm train to London Bridge. From there she would get a fast train down to Croydon where she was going to stay in a cheap hotel until the early hours of the morning when she would return to East Croydon station for a train to Gatwick Airport. I have heard from her yet, and I hope she managed to get her plane with no delays caused by the air traffic control system that crashed just after she arrived here on Monday.

  I continued watching TV, and photo editing in the commercial breaks. By the end of UFO, at 9pm, I had a bakers dozen (13) photos ready for a small photo album. I still have loads of snaps of Chain to consider, and it is my intention to go back to them after I have finished with the other bands, which might take a few days yet. It was probably not long after 10pm when I went to bed. As much as I liked it when Patricia was here, it was nice to be able to to go and brush my teeth, and have a final pee, dressed only in underpants. It was also nice not to have to creep to the bathroom in the night, and I didn't have to worry about coughing, belching, or farting in the night, worrying that I might wake Patricia up.

  I think I slept OK, but there was at least one time when I stayed awake for 10 to 20 minutes after going back to bed after a pee. It was good that I didn't seem to wake up just a bit too early to get up. I think it was almost 6.30am before I woke up and got up. My dreams last night all seemed, or at least all I remember some fragments about, were all variations on one rather odd bit of dream.

  In the "main" dream I dreamed that I was trying, or maybe helping to, get a couple of rare flowers to grow. They were unique in that the flower head would move (albeit very, very slowly) to pollinate itself by brushing against a male flower head. We didn't have a male flower head, and so we made a very poor replica out of some cardboard cut from an Amazon delivery box. It would have taken too long to see anything happen during the dream, and several subsequent dreams that used that dream as an inspiration.

  My lunch, yesterday, was a couple of cheese and tomato sandwiches. They were basically the same as I had had the day before with no negative effects. I can't blame them for very bad blood glucose readings, and so all the blame falls on that Tesco ready meal. This morning I got two very similar, and very bad readings of 9.4mmol/ and 9.6mmol/l. This means I should pay very close attention to what I eat today. Lunch will probably be a couple of (hopefully) safe sandwiches made with very low sugar Romanian bread, and possibly something like ham.

  Dinner, which I started off in the slow cooker soon after getting up (but after knowing my blood glucose readings) would be very safe except for one thing. I have three unopened bags of different pastas that have been in the cupboard for years. To my great surprise, the only one I checked was still just about in date. I decided I would chance a small amount to bulk out a chicken and cabbage casserole (plus assorted spices and herbs).

  There are tow things I will fairly certainly do today. One is to wash some more t-shirts and underwear. The other is to go shopping primarily in Savers. I will soon be needing more cod liver oil capsules plus a few vitamins. I am also hoping they will have new stock of nice smelling toilet cleaners. The blue "marine" variants sometimes seem to cross the line between fresh and nasty. Some more "Bloo" floral scented toilet cleaner would be good. Once I've been in savers I will do my usual and cross over the pedestrian walkway to have a rummage in Poundstretcher.

  Of course the main job today will be lots and lots of photo editing. I must admit that as much as I like the heaps of "likes" I am getting on social media, I am getting a bit sick of photo editing. I will definitely going to try and get another band or two done today, but I am going to take frequent breaks for a rest, and occasionally for a snooze too. Speaking of pictures..
  The nice sunshine was enough to bring out a smile on everyone's lips, and it was great for photography - like this picture of Jo and Steve.
 Here's Chris with the rest of Chain in the background. It was because of the stupid pillar down the middle of the front of the stage that, with a bit of patience, it was often easier to get all the members of the band in one photo by taking a picture from the side.
  Here's the view from the front of the stage with that stupid pillar getting in the way. I know people were saying it was annoying even when they weren't taking pictures like I was.

  Despite having so many pictures to go through - about 800 at a very rough count - that I haven't a moment to spare, but I was tempted to do a very quick and simple train journey to take more tonight. The B Movie Creatures are playing in the The Railway Tavern, just outside West Wickham station tonight. Thanks to a rail strike I have been saved from going and generating an even bigger backlog of photos !