The sky looks a bit grey as I write this, and any sunny spells seem unlikely, but both forecasters says there should be sunny spells by 9am. Those sunny spells could turn in to full sunshine at times during the day, and they, or sunny spells should last until sunset. It should reach 20° C this afternoon, or just 19° C if you subscribe to The BBC.  Tomorrow could see a rather cool start - just 11° C according to the BBC. Both forecasters disagree on the amount of sunny spells tomorrow. The BBC are quite enthusiastic about them, but the Met Office only offer a handful during the day. It should still see at least 19° C in the afternoon.

   Yesterday was very good apart from another disastrous end to the day - more of which later. It didn't feel like a conventional hangover, but I guess that was what it was. The long term effect of my boozing excesses on Wednesday left me feeling listless yesterday morning, and I did almost nothing until a mad dash around midday.

  Actually "mad dash" is a gross exaggeration for a slow realisation that I had to get ready for a Thursday afternoon beer tasting session. I slowly finished some laundry that once again I had left soaking all night, and which needed it's three rinses, and final dip in fabric conditioner. Once that was done I could have a shower. What should have come next was a mad dash to get the dining room ready for drinking, but a quick look at it suggested we have drunk in there when it has been in a worse state.

  I wasn't sure if Jodie was coming. I thought I remembered her saying she might drop by on her way to a gig in the evening, but it seems she was free for the whole session with me and Michael. Mostly, but not completely, we were drinking more German Oktoberfest beers, but some were just ordinary German beers, and one or two were not German at all. They all seemed to slip down with ease.

  Yesterday was the first time I had seen or talked to Michael since last Saturday's wedding. He said loads of people were asking where I was at the reception. I am still not sure if it was me or my camera that was missed. From some of the few pictures I have seen taken at the reception it did need a decent camera there ! I feel sure that if I had gone I would feel very isolated there. I can't have conversations with people who I barely know, and I can't have conversations in competition with other and high background noise (particularly when the bands were playing) who I did know, and sometimes knew very well indeed.

  After Jodie and Michael left it was time for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, it being too late for Star Trek: The Original Series. It was also time for the evening disaster. I had the last of the Thai takeaway I had ordered the previous night. I did have some stupid hopes that I could pin the very high sugar content, that gave me some terrible blood glucose readings yesterday morning, on the jam like coating of the Korean BBQ chicken wings, but it seems the rice and/or noodle dishes have an extreme amount of sugar in them. They actually tasted quite sweet, and even the lime juice, and even bits of cooked lime, didn't seem very sharp.

  Last night I was in bed soon after Star Trek: Voyager finished at 8pm. It didn't seem to be all that long before I fell asleep. It might have even been as early as 8.30pm, but almost certainly by 9pm. I can't remember how long I slept before I woke up for a pee. As well as seeming to contain a lot of sugar, those two Thai dishes I had for my dinner seemed like they were a bit salty, and I was drinking a lot of water or Diet Coke during the evening. All that water, plus the not often felt (for me) effect of high blood glucose caused me to wake every 60 to 90 minutes for a pee during the night.

  It doesn't feel like I got enough good sleep in the night - mainly because I was waking up so frequently. That should have made it easy to remember, and recount my dreams. I do remember dreaming a lot, or I think I do, but all details are long gone now.  At just after 6am I woke up, and decided to get up. It didn't feel like I could sleep any more even if it felt like more sleep would be nice.

  One tiny bit of good news this morning was that I didn't have any form of constipation. I could almost say I was back to being "regular" again. That was the only good news. My blood glucose readings were a disaster.  All three readings were in the red. The new meter was the worst with a reading of 10.6mmol/l. The old meter said 10.2mmol/l, and the oldest meter read just 10.1mmol/l.

  One interesting fact about this disaster was that I did the readings in reverse order to see if it made any difference. I don't think it did. The only good thing I can say is that two of those readings were only just in the red, danger zone. The bad news is that (in theory) I need to fast today until at least dinner time, but I feel hungry right now. Probably because of my bad sleep, I don't feel in a very strong mood to fight that hunger, and I don't feel much like going out for some exercise, or even train spotting today.

  Maybe I will get out later, maybe I might even make quick (maybe half an hour) visits to a couple of gigs tonight, but both are very big MAYBEs. The idea of going out tonight has some lure because The Dirty Perks are playing in The Barrel And Horn which is almost next door to The Partridge where The Retro Rock Icons are playing. Maybe the only definite prediction I can make about today is that once I have finished writing this I will lay on my bed, read a page or two, and then probably have a snooze.