There was some weak sunshine filtering through the clouds earlier, and even as I write this the sun can be seen trying to force it's way through the clouds. It is no wonder that The BBC and The Met Office have produced very different forecasts. The BBC say sunny intervals until 2pm (it was 3pm), and The met Office have grudgingly added a single sunny spell at 11am among a sea of white and grey clouds. Both forecasters agree on a max of 10° C. Tomorrow may see 12° C, and there might be some sunny spells towards the end of the afternoon. Both today and most of tomorrow should be dry.

   There were really just two notable things yesterday, but somehow it didn't seem to be a boring day, although to say it was exciting would be to exaggerate things. I thought I made a large eating mistake yesterday, but I seem to have got away with it.

  The first, and main, highlight of my day was a shopping trip to Tesco. I spent quite a lot of money there, but my shop did include two 70cl bottles of whisky - one on Clubcard offer, and the other at full price, but it was Tesco's own brand whisky, and so cheaper than most. Most of what I bought can be described as being in two categories - meat and vegetable for wholesome stews, and instant noodles. I seemed to buy quite a lot of the latter.

  One, what might be called, luxury item was frozen oven chips. In fact I bought two bags, and I suspect the more exciting one was actually the crappest. When I got home, after a modestly pleasant walk there and back, and had stored away all I had bought, I started on an extravagant lunch. I had the choice of thrice cooked, pub style chips, or crinkle cut chips. It was an irrational choice, but I went for the thrice cooked chips.

  Quite why I though that "pub style" (or however it was described on the bag) was any recommendation is beyond me. I was a bit worried about trying to stuff two big bags of chips in the freezer, and so I started cooking a fairly large portion in the mini oven/grill. Probably about the maximum I could cook in one go.  Once cooked I started to eat them. They were very bland except for the bitterness of guilt over eating such unhealthy things.

  I think I was hoping that those chips would be liken the frozen chips I bought from Aldi some time ago. Those Aldi chips were described as pre-cooked in lard or duck fat (or something like that) and although they looked identical to yesterday's chips, they were far, far superior. Yesterday's chips were just as you expect cheap pub chips to be cheap and nasty. Nevertheless, they were nice and warm on a cold day, and filled a hole nicely.

  After lunch I lay on my bed reading. I am still finding reading that 2.5" thick book rather challenging, but as I said yesterday, the further I get through it, the more balanced it get - I am now possibly holding a quarter of the book in my left hand, and three quarters in my right hand. It still makes my arms and wrist ache though. At least there is a progressive increase in the action now. It was a drudge reading through a lot of the scene setting pages.

  Apart from changing to reading stuff on the internet now and then, I didn't really do anything else except preparing my dinner, and finally eating it while watching the usual three Star Treks. Dinner was a simple stew of diced chicken with pak choi and a bell pepper. It also had some herbs and spices in it, plus at the end a light sprinkle of gravy granules to thicken it up a bit, but not enough to make a gloopy mess as I am sometimes guilty of.

  Star Trek: Deep Space Nine was another mostly tedious storyline, and I kept flippin over to Star Trek: Enterprise. That was not the greatest story, but at least a small bit of it had T'Pol in her pyjamas with bare belly in it. It also had Hoshi, the linguist, appearing topless, but with hands over boobs for a second or two. Compared to the rather puritan original series, Enterprise could occasionally be quite racy.

  I marked last night's Star Trek: Voyager as one of the worst episodes - EVER ! It probably wasn't, but it was pretty awful. For want of a better story the writer rehashed yet another transporter accident. It was an interesting idea when it happened in the original Star Trek, but now it is just a way of bashing out a half written script quickly.  It was a relief to pour a very large whisky, and a little later going to bed.

  Something has happened to me, and I don't know what it is. I can't seem to fall asleep before midnight now. I thrashed around in bed for ages and ages, or so it felt, until after the clock had struck midnight when I got my first sleep. Once I had got to sleep I think I slept better than the previous few nights. I did wake up several times to re-arrange the duvet, and similar stuff, but I can't remember staying awake for more than 5 or 10 minutes afterwards.

  It is very often hard to tell because sometimes I go out of habit instead of need, but it is possible I peed less in the night than some times. That could indicate lower blood glucose, and on this occasion that was indeed true. The three readings I got were all quite different, but still in the good region. The very lowest was the GlucoRX meter, and it read a rather magnificent 6.7mmol/l. The next highest was the Contour meter and that read 7.3mmol/l. Finally the Sino Care meter read the highest, but still very good 7.7mmol/l.

  It does seem that I have almost finished repairing myself after my injuries from falling down drunk at least 4 times a fortnight ago. I say "almost" because my tailbone area can still be sore at times, and another occasional pain pops up now and then. It is also probably the result of falling down heavily onto my bottom. It could be a hernia, of that footballers favourite "groin strain", but equally it could be a cancerous prostrate. Who knows ? The good thing is that it too does seem to be improving.

  One thing I almost forgot in my rush to slag off Star Trek was to mention my Amazon delivery. Waiting for it kept me on high alert all afternoon, but it actually arrived just after 7pm. It was two spare Power Over Ethernet adapters, and my new kitchen tap. It is, for ease of fitting (probably) very, very similar to my broken mixer tap, but the finish looks less cheap and nasty than the crappy one Lee gave me when he fitted it 5 (?) years ago before he became a complete alcoholic at a 5 star level.

  I am still not sure if I am going to get a plumber in to fit it, or to do it myself. Provided I don't end up with a leak that I am incapable of fixing, it seems like it could be an almost easy job. The big difficulty is that the fixing for the tap is between the back of the sink and the back board of the sink support. I think I have a way to make that less of a problem. One other difficulty is that I am not sure if the "service tap" on the hot water feed completely shuts off the water. I (or a plumber) may have to do the job with a trickle of water still coming through. I have an extra service tap on order, and it could arrive by or before Saturday. If that can be fitted very quickly there should be minimal water loss.

  This morning I dared weigh myself. I reckon that if I could have had the second poo I just had, before I had breakfast, and weighed myself straight after that poo, I could still claim to have kept off the 3kg that I had lost since I saw the nurse a couple of months ago. Before breakfast, and the second poo, it would seem that I had put on about 300gm - which is probably within the rises and falls over a period of time - hopefully.

  There is just one important thing on the agenda for today, and it is my regular Wednesday lunchtime drink. I think I'll be on my own today,a nd so depending on how the crosswords go, it could mean 2 or 3 pints of Guinness today. I might possibly walk back from the pub, or I might get the train so I can do some trainspotting. What I do know is that I am very likely to cook another plate of chips for a late lunch. I got away with it yesterday, and hopefully I will be able to again today.