I suspect The Met Office weather forecast, as shown above, has got it wrong. The latest revision has reduced the amount of sunshine today. On the other hand The BBC forecasts loads of sunshine from sunrise to sunset. Looking at the sky as I write this I can see a covering of very patchy, thin, mist like cloud. That could attenuate the sun from time to time, but it won't stop it. The extra sun in the BBC forecast pushes up their temperature to 10° C, while The met Office only reckon on 9° C at best. Tomorrow could see thick cloud and 12° C, but the BBC says medium cloud and a possible 13° C.

    Yesterday was another of those days that started good, but ended bad. Actually the morning was almost bad as well. After writing all yesterday's scribble I lay down to rest my eyes, and got a bit carried away. I had my shave, shampoo, and shower a bit late, and ended up getting a later train to the pub.

  Fortunately that later train still gets me to the pub within a minute of 1pm, and that could have been important if Michael had taken up my suggestion of taking a break from his hospital vigil, and had joined me in the pub. He didn't. I still had a good time in the pub. Lots of friendly banter, and I ended up staying for a third pint of Guinness. That seems to be becoming a regular occurrence now.
  I did my usual thing on the way to the pub - taking pictures of every train I saw, front and back when I could. This train, 707018, was the train that took me from Catford Bridge to Ladywell, and more importantly it was one that I had never photographed before. It has been added to my big spreadsheet of train pictures. There are now just 2 class 707 trains I haven't got picture for, and I think they have been retained by South West Railway for a while.
  On the way home I got a snap of 707020. I already had it in my photo collection, but with a note to say "better picture needed". The picture above is still not ideal, but it was better than the original.

  All the time I was out, except for a few brief minutes after crossing the footbridge at Catford Bridge when I could feel a little discomfort starting in my chest, but otherwise I felt fine - once again with another exception - the wind felt really chilly as it blew across my face. Other than those two exceptions I felt quite good. I even felt good enough in other ways, like not desperate for a pee, and hung around on Catford Bridge station on my way home to get snaps of the London bound train that arrived 4 or 5 minutes after I got off the Hayes (Kent) bound train.

  I managed to keep up a fair pace walking home, and I felt pretty much OK when I got in. I sort of, and sort of didn't, feel a raging, beer induced, hunger when I got in, but I had a plan ready for that. I had decided I would have rice crackers with cheese, with some added sliced onion for added flavour, as my post boozing lunch. Apart from the lingering taste of onion until it was replaced by dinner flavours, I enjoyed those crackers.

  One minor problem is that I was almost 4pm when I had that late lunch, and I was then starting to feel like I needed my afternoon snooze more than the need to prepare dinner. A couple of hours later I had to cobble together a dinner with minimal preparation time. I started with a small instant noodles to keep me going while I cooked a couple of fish burgers and some oven chips in the mini oven/grill.

  It was a very bad selection for dinner, and I am paying the price for it this morning. More about that later. I ate some of my dinner while watching an episode of Star Trek: Enterprise. Later on I would watch more TV until ending on an amusing QI. I headed for bed at 10pm, and read for about 20 minutes, possibly less. I hadn't realised it, but I only had one short, 2 or 4 pages maybe, chapter to read to finish the book.

  I think I fell asleep pretty quickly after I put the book down, and turned out the light. The only bit of dream I can recall from last night happened in the first block of sleep I had. All I can remember of the dream was that it involved cooking on a griddle. There were three different, potato based things I cooked on that griddle (or was it hotplate ? It was certainly a flat surface). One potato item was a potato waffle. Another was like a slab of mashed potato, and the other was a pate made from coarsely grated potato. The only other bit I can remember was drooling as I watched them cook !

  I seemed to sleep in two very long blocks of sleep, and then a couple of shorter ones as getting up time approached. That seemed unusually good, and I didn't seem to be waking up for frequent peeing - which is sort of surprising considering that last night's junk food dinner caused my blood glucose to soar into the danger zone.

  This morning the Contour meter read 10.1mmol/l - just into the danger zone. The GlucoRX meter read a slightly safer 9.5mmol/l. The Sino Care meter really rubbed it in with a reading of 10.7mmol/l ! With readings like that it is back to fasting, but only until lunchtime. I'll be tasting beers with Jodie this afternoon, and I'll need to have something to line my stomach. The real difficulty will be after the drinking - will I be able to stick to something very safe after getting drunk ???? All will be revealed tomorrow !