The sky was clear in the night, and the temperature fell low enough for some frost to appear on local shed roofs, but I don't think it was quite cold enough for frost on the grass.At the moment we are enjoying some glorious sunshine, but it seems it will only last to 11am, and from midday it will be back to mostly white cloud, but also some darker cloud. It should stay dry, but it is going to be perishing cold today. It's about 3° C now, and will only manage to rise to 5° C for a few hours this afternoon. After that it will sink to 3° C by 11pm. By 6am tomorrow it will be down to 2° C, and during tomorrow the temperature may only rise to 3° C. The met Office say tomorrow will be dull, but dry. The BBC warn of a few possible sleet or snow showers tomorrow.

    Yesterday had it's moment, but I think of it as a generally bad day. I even had one minor disaster ! The problem, as I mentioned in the weather section above, was the cold and gloom. It really was dim yesterday despite some areas of blue sky on the other side of the sky to where the sun was.

  I almost started the day in a slightly optimistic mood. I felt moderately OK, or "about as well as can be expected", and my fairly good blood glucose results felt good. I washed my hair, and had a shower, and that made me feel good too, but then I put a coat on, and ventured into the big wide world outside to walk to Tesco. Going to Tesco seemed exciting after not being able to go because of the cold I suffered from a few days ago, but then I went out......

  It felt so cold, despite a warm coat, and teh light seemed so dim, that it made a walk, that was otherwise OK (no aches and pains) feel most unpleasant. It was better when I got into the warmth, and bright lights of Tesco, but I don't think that was good enough to reach into the core of my body and mind.  Nevertheless, I got pretty much all I went for, except Tesco still don't seem to have any Lime Diet Coke.

  One thing they did have was one litre bottles of Grant's whisky on Club Card special offer. Mind you, it was still £21.25. It is a fairly nice whisky, but it didn't seem to raise my spirits later in the evening - maybe because I was trying to pace myself so I wouldn't get too drunk. Maybe I should have just gone for gold, and drunk half the bottle. I didn't even drink a quarter of it.

  Maybe it was the gloom, maybe it was the cold, or maybe something else warped my mind. I had an idea I wanted some "southern fried" flavoured/coated chicken, and I ended up buying a pack of that I cooked for lunch when I got home. It was nearly 2pm when it was ready to eat, and of course it wasn't very nice. If I had been thinking straight I would have known that for years now, supermarket (cook in the oven) southern fried chicken tastes crap.

  I couldn't resist stuff my face with that useless chicken, but at the end I realised I had made a tragic mistake. I had used my (imaginary) food ration for the day, and by then it was only 3pm. While waiting for the chicken to cook I amused my taste buds with some rice crackers and Philadelphia cheese with chives. I can't actually describe that as being all that good, but it was nicer than the chicken. From about 3pm I fasted until breakfast this morning.

  I found yesterday afternoon to be very boring. There was little to amuse me. TV offered nothing, and that great big, 1274 page, book I am reading remains too heavy to do more than 15 minutes reading at a single time. I did have one big distraction in the afternoon, and it comes under the classification of disaster (even if in the grand scheme of things it was a minor one). When I went to pick up my glass of Diet Coke I either missed, or something, and dropped the glass onto a smaller glass that had my afternoon pills in it.

  The smaller glass shattered, and while I am sure I could have removed even the tiniest bit of glass from the pills, I decided to throw them all away along with the broken glass. I could have replaced all the pills, but I decided not to replace the prescribed pills because I wanted to keep them in sync with the morning pills. I did replace the non prescription pills, and so I have all the vitamins I take which I probably don't need all the time, but not the prescribed pills that sort of keep my alive, although missing one day won't make the slightest difference. On the other hand, my blood pressure does seem to be unusually low this morning.

  Eventually some entertainment did appear on TV. Like most Saturday nights, Sky Arts was showing some music based programming. Last night it featured the band Genesis. It was rather strange TV in that some of it was almost better listened to than watched. I can't say it was super entertaining, but it fill a gap in life in a generally pleasant way. There was a third programme on - a documentary about Phil Collins doing his Motown stuff with some of the original Motown musicians. That was of little interest, and I went to bed then.

  It was getting on for midnight before I fell into a deep sleep, and I seemed to sleep quite well, with very few interruptions, all night. During the night I had a series of dreams about going to hospital. They started off very routine, and changed into a mild nightmare. The dreams started with a sort of memory of why I was walking to hospital. That memory was of my doctor (or possibly nurse) telling me I needed to go to see the (now forgotten) department.

  It was a routine thing, and I knew the drill. I followed the well worn route into the hospital, and headed to the room I usually waited in. I say down in there, and as I waited I spotted a multi-purpose machine for doing blood pressure, blood glucose, and temperature. While I waited I thought I might as well get started, and do my own measurements - the machine would memorise the readings, and theoretically, by doing it at my own pace, I would get better readings.

  After a while, and not seeing anyone, I realised I should have reported into reception first. I left the waiting room, and went in search of reception. This is where things got weird. I couldn't find reception. It didn't seem to be where I thought it was. In preparation to seeking advice I went to pull out my mobile phone from my pocket because I thought there might be some information I might have missed in the text message that was sent to me.

  To my horror, I couldn't find my phone, or my wallet. I concluded they must have fallen out in the waiting room. I then tried to backtrack to the waiting room, but I couldn't find that either. I then went on a long walk trying all sorts of different corridors in the hospital. I eventually found myself outside on a road I had never seen before. I then couldn't even find the exit I had just come out of to go back in and continue to search. before going completely insane I woke up.

  That was about 5am, and I needed a pee. It felt freezing when I got out of bed, and this was despite the heater being on low all night. I turned the heater up full before going for my pee. I then fell asleep again, but it was a sort of light sleep, and I became aware of being only half asleep a few times. I nearly got up at about 6.30am, but I did my best to sleep on under the warm duvet.

  It was around 7.30am when I took the plunge and got up. It still didn't feel very warm, and the reason was obvious once I checked my thermometers, and saw frost on a few shed roofs. It was bloody cold outside ! After a visit to the toilet (sadly only a pee) I came back to my warmer, but not warm, bedroom with cleaned hands ready to check my blood glucose readings. I was hoping they might be nice and low.

  They were low and not low. The first reading was using the Contour meter, and that read 8.2mmol/l. That was good, but I hoped for better, but often it is that meter that gives the lower readings. For some reason it didn't this morning. The GlucoRX and Sino Care meters gave very similar lower readings of 7.5 and 7.4mmol/l. That is the sort of figure I was hoping to see.
  One of two pictures taken soon after getting home from Tesco. Over to the east the sky is blue, and yet the street and houses look very drab as the sun sits behind a big mass of very dark cloud.
  To the north there is more blue sky, but of course the sun is in the south. These two pictures should have been further up the page, almost at the top, but there didn't seem to be a suitable spot for them. That is how they have ended up here. It just seemed important to show the picture of what I have done much moaning about !

  There is glorious sunshine as I write this, but The Met Office still says it will finish very soon now, although the BBC think sunny spells could continue until at least 1pm. Incidently, the latest revision to the Met Office forecast has now added light snow for a single hour tomorrow. With the BBC saying the same thing, it is now looking almost certain we will get at least a brief flurry of snow tomorrow, but it is unlikely there will be enough to actually settle.

  Back to this afternoon, and with the return of the cold gloom there is reason for a bit of cheer this afternoon  - a boozing session with Jodie, and possibly Michael too. I have doubt's that Michael will pop in, but he did say he will try. he might miss out on some good beer if he doesn't make it, but we will save the lagers bought for him until Thursday so he won't miss out on them.