The latest revisions to the forecasts have reduced the amount of sunshine for today. The Met Office say the sunshine (actually sunny spells) will finish very soon now. The BBC actually still say full sunshine until midday, and then two hours of sunny spells. Both forecasters say this evening will be wet to some degree or another, but neither say heavy rain expected. This after the temperature could reach 14 or 15° C. The BBC say tomorrow will be wetter than the Met Office forecast. The Met Office say a bit of light rain in the morning, a lot of sunshine for the first half of the afternoon, and then some light rain later.  The highest temperature tomorrow could be 14° C, and both forecasters agree on that figure.

   I guess yesterday should be listed as a semi good day. Apart from the afternoon drink, very little happened, but somehow it didn't seem to be boring. Of course I did spend a little time doing a small amount of housework, and that was a distraction from reality for possibly slightly more than half an hour.

  The most important bit of housework was to take out rubbish bags from three rubbish bins - one of which was for the recycling bin. While I was wearing personal protective equipment, aka rubber gloves, for this operation I also got a foam scouring pad, and gave the handbasin in the bathroom a good clean and polish. It looked wonderful, like fresh out of the showroom.....until it dried out and I could see the bits I missed !

  Sunday afternoon beer tasting sessions with Jodie are often a bit dull because she spends too much time on her phone. Yesterday was even worse. She admitted she had had a skinful the previous night, and wasn't sure if she wanted to drink at all. I said I would have quite understood if she had phoned to say she felt too out of it to come over. Instead I had to rummage around for some of the weakest beers I had in one of the fridges.

  I was all for having a session with some strong beers, but the only beers we had were more like weak session beers. In the end Jodie did manage to drink 4 or 5 half cans of beer (I had the other half), and by the end she had enough "hair of the dog" to feel OK, and OK enough to go off and meet Alan in a pub where she consumed even more beer - and I suspect, although I have no evidence, that some were moderately strong.
  One of the beers we had to have, because it was not very strong, was a Greek beer in a can with almost only Greek writing on it. The strength was in an internationally recognisable format, and it was easy to recognise "Athenian", where the brewery probably is (aka Athens). I took this picture so I could post it on "social media" to see if it would provoke a comment from Angela. It didn't.

  Jodie left just before 6.30pm to get a bus to The Star And Garter pub in Bromley, and I sat down to eat my dinner. I had cooked it for the previous day, and leaving it to steep in it's own juices probably made my mix of diced beef, broccoli and curry powder more tasty. Having said that, it was not a strong curry taste, and it needed a good splash of hot pepper sauce to make it taste even slightly warm.

  It was barely past 8pm when I went to bed last night, although it was not my intention to sleep straight away. I read for maybe half an hour before turning out the light. At this point I want to say I went to sleep very quickly, but I also seem to think it took ages before I fell asleep. I have no idea which was fact, and which was illusion. All I do think I know for definite was that it was one of those nights where I was having difficulties keeping at a pleasant temperature - under the duvet felt too hot, and it was too cold without it.

  In my first long period of sleep I had a dream that I can part recall. In the dream I was going home from somewhere in Wimbledon. Initially I used my usual route of walking to Wimbledon station, but along the way I decided to use the novelty route of going to Wimbledon East station (which doesn't exist in reality). It was a longer walk, and meant trying to cross a maim road that looked more like a river.

  At some point I was joined by my friend Kevin. It was still quite a walk to the station, and along the way we met a cannabis dealer who was trying to sell paper that had been used to wrap cannabis resin, and had soaked up so much that it had turned from white to brown. I think we passed his offer up, and continues to the station. When we got there we saw all the platform information screens were saying "Strike" and gave the time of the next train as 8.47am.

  We felt confident that the train was running because other people were waiting for it, and arriving at the station. The station had 4 platform faces, but only one was in use for a shuttle train between there and Clapham Junction station. I was hoping to see an older style train, but I think I woke up before any train arrived. My next dream had a different sort of frustration.

  The dream was about assisting/providing knowledge for a woman who wanted to resurrect a very old tape recorder by replacing all the valve circuitry with transistors. For some reason there were people, possibly bands, who kept urging us to go faster because they wanted to use it. I had to patiently explain that it took time to get the high frequency bias and erase oscillator running correctly, and then calibrate the amount of bias to suit different tapes, and to compromise between distortion and high frequency reduction.

  It was a peculiar dream because it was mostly all theoretical, and nothing much really happened. I don't think I ever saw the woman who was doing the work, or learned what her name was. All very strange, but then again dreaams are supposed to be strange, and my next dream pushed the boat of in terms of strangeness. it involved The Eurovision Song Contest.

  The contest was being shown on TV in a large hall, and during an intermission there was to be a performance from the band Chain. Somehow part of the Eurovision Contest was missed, but I had been recording it on my 12 inch disc Laservision player (which has no record facility). As I played it I went to get a beer, and ended up bumping in to Chris, guitar player from Chain. There musty have been a jump in time because we were next walking back to the hall with two freshly emptied pint glasses each. I asked him if was going to play more, but he said no, and was just going back to the hall to say his goodbyes.

  I think it was about 5.30am when I woke up with a strong desire for a pee. After such an early night I could have got up, but it was feeling quite cold. I put the heater on full blast, and got back into bed. I was very surprised to see it was 6.50am next. I had fallen asleep without realising it. Very soon it was time to check my blood glucose readings to see if had managed to control my eating in the way I hoped I might.

  Evidently I hadn't controlled my sugar intake as well as I could have done because all three readings were OK/high. I am wondering if one or two of the beers, which did seem to be sweet tasting, did actually have an excess of sugar in them. One peculiarity this morning was that the readings were 8.8mmol/l, 8.7mmol/l, and 8.6mmol/l. I can't be positive, but I think the order I checked the blood was from low to high.

  I'm not really sure how well I feel today. Yesterday I was half constipated - I went, but it seemed less than required. This morning I have made up for that, so in that respect I guess I am OK. I still feel a bit creaky, and while I probably should force myself to get a bit of exercise, I doubt that there will be enough sunshine to make it a feasible idea. One plan was to invite Kevin for a couple of pints in the 'Spoons this afternoon. He did respond, but suggested tomorrow might be a better day for him. However, I think I'll get myself washed and dressed in case he has a change of mind about today, and it could be useful if I pop out to the shops.