The latest revision to the Met Office forecast shows less rain, but adds a surprise. Apparently it will be foggy at midday. Fog is usually formed by cold air meeting warm and humid air, and yet I see no significant change in the temperature apart from it dipping from 15° C to 14° C during the fog. After some light rain at 1pm it could be dry, but still very dull, until 11pm when light rain is now expected. The highest temperature today will be in the evening when 17° C is predicted. Tomorrow could be warmer with the temperature rising to 20° C by 1pm. Unfortunately it looks like it will be a wet day, although the afternoon may be moderately bright, but still with some passing showers.

   Yesterday was almost a good day. Some parts of it were very good, but most goodness fizzled out during the afternoon. The best bits of the morning was a letter giving the results of my diabetic eye check from the 25th of last month. It was the same form letter I have been sent for the last 15 or more years saying they can see "something", but it is not serious - see you next year !

  The next good thing is that the beer delivery I feared could arrive quite late, actually arrived at about 11:30am. That gave me plenty of time to inspect it, and to see what I had ordered. Of course I knew what I had ordered, and everything was listed on the invoice, but that is not the same as fondling the cans and bottles, and reading the labels.

  I even had time to put my feet up for a few minutes, and pay an extra precautionary visit to the toilet before leaving a bit later than intended. I am not sure how that happened. I ended up getting the 12:52 train after a wait of at least 10 minutes on the platform because I missed the previous train by 5 minutes. The 12:52 train is usually one of Southeastern hand me downs from South West Railway - a class 707 "City Beam" train. They now feel so commonplace that no excitement is involved, but there are still a few of them that I have yet to photograph. Yesterday's train was not one of them.

  After getting the late train I arrived at the pub a few minutes after 1pm, but that was of no consequence. I wasn't meeting anyone, and I feel that it is unlikely I will ever see Angela in the pub again. I'm not even sure if she is still working. She has been old enough to retire for a year or more (two I think), but she had decided not to retire because she still needed money for things like house maintenance, but with her new husband paying for the kitchen to be refitted, maybe that need of extra money has passed.

  Even without Angela it was a good session in the pub. There was lots of banter to distract me from finishing the crosswords in The Metro. I didn't even finish the quick crossword. There were two clues I couldn't solve, and I think the reason could be that I made two errors that stopped the answer to those unsolved clues being more obvious. I guess my efforts at the cryptic crossword was very slightly below par, but it is quite unusual to complete the cryptic crossword - but it has happened !

  Also seen in The Metro was a "letter to the editor", some of which I show on the left. It made strange reading in a pub that didn't stink of "alcohol", and was quiet and very far from being packed with anyone, let alone obnoxious people (although I hear Friday and Saturday nights can be like this).  The only thing I can say is that "AG" should try a different pub, and avoid some Wetherspoons on a weekend evening !

 I have to admit I was tempted to stay for a third pint of Guinness, and there was no good reason what I shouldn't have, but I thought that two pints was sufficient. After draining my glass I had a  wee, put my coat on (my sleeveless denim jacket), and said my goodbyes. When I got to the station I realised that once again I had forgotten to consult the train times, and arrived on the platform at the same time the next train arrived. If I had stopped to take a picture of a duck, or something, I would have faced a long wait for the next train.
  I actually took the above picture just after I arrived at Ladywell Station on my way too the pub. 466037 turned out to be another train I had never photographed before. Of course I didn't know this until after I got home and consulted my big spreadsheet, and was happy to add this picture to the spreadsheet along with the time, location, destination, and file number.

  As I was heading home I had the idea that I might take the long way home via the Sainsbury's Local store by Catford station. I thought I might like one (or two) of their very nice salad, but then reality caught up with me. The chances of them having any left of, for instance, their very tasty Greek (style) salads so late in the afternoon was fairly small, and I decided to go straight home.

  That still left the question of what I might have for a very late lunch. The beer and fresh air had left me feeling peckish, if not actually hungry. I didn't think it was a very sensible idea, but I opted for two more small bowls of instant noodles. One of them was a "Firepit" with added chilli sauce. It was remarkably hot ! It left me feeling quite sweaty. That reminds me, while in the pub, coming to the end of my first pint, I had what i can only call a hot flush. I assume I am going through the "Manopause" or suffering from something deadly.

  After filling in the spreadsheet with the details of the train picture above, and eating my two pots of instant noodles, I felt like a lie down would be very good. I read for a short while before a series of short snoozes. I must admit I don't know if it was one or three snoozes, but I just didn't feel like opening my eyes even when I thought I was probably awake. I have no idea when I started my lie down, but it was almost 5pm, and time for the first Star Trek (the original series) when I got up.

  After only maybe a couple of hours had passed since having the instant noodles, I didn't exactly feel hungry until I had watched an hour of Star Trek, and even then I think I wanted to eat out of habit instead of need. I decided I would not have a formal dinner, but would have a few (hopefully) safe snacks, although I think that the dinner I was going to have, a beef and sprouts stew, would have been safer. I ended up having some sugar free biscuits with cheese, plus a smallish amount of micro chipstick things. I also had a small handful of salted peanuts.

  Once again I couldn't find anything on TV that made me want to stay up after Star Trek: Voyager, "starring Captain Janeway with her sickly simpering voice", and so I slowly made my way to bed where I read for about half an hour. I can't remember anything to make me think that maybe I didn't get to sleep easily, but I still have a nagging doubt that it may have taken some time to fall asleep.

  My sleep was evidently good enough that I barely slept after 5am this morning, and I was up before 6am. I know that I got up to pee about three times in the night, and I remember having my usual struggle deciding if it was warm enough to not need the duvet - in the early hours of the morning I did favour at least part covering by the duvet. One thing I don't remember was any dream, and yet once again I feel sure I can remember dreams but not a single thing about them.

  Once I had gotten up the truth about my part efforts to eat carefully was revealed, and while not wonderful, it seems I had done OK. All three blood glucose meters came close to agreeing with each other. The new meter read 8.2mmol/l, and that is a bit below average, and so good. The older meter read 8.5mmol/l, and that is roughly average, and so could be called good. The oldest meter read 8.6mmol/l, and so a bit above average, but not high enough to be bad. I may be flying by the seat of my pants, but it seems I still have a bit of an idea about how to manage my blood glucose.

  Today could be a good day despite the wet and grey weather. I fear I ought to go out in it to get some shopping from Tesco. I bet it doesn't happen, and was probably a typo when preparing the weather chart, but if it is foggy at midday then that is when I'd like to go out - just for the novelty of it ! Typical ! The latest revision to the forecast has replaced the fog with light rain.

  Later this afternoon i look forward to showing off some of my new beer purchases to Jodie - she is not easily impressed, but I hope I may have got a few which excite her. Michael might enjoy some of the German lagers I got, but he is more even tempered than Jodie and will not jump up and down and squeal like Jodie, err, might. Of course this all relies on Jodie being here, and not at some gig or festival in some distant place. I think she is here today.