Today is another day when both forecasters deny any chance of sunshine, but we have just had a few sunny spells, and indeed the sun is shining now, and I can see lots of blue patches in the sky. Maybe today will feature sunny spells, or maybe it will revert to the gloomy forecasts. Both forecasters predict just 11° C today. Tomorrow may not feature any sunshine, but rain is forecast for the evening. It should be slightly warmer, and 13° C is predicted.

    I don't think I can describe yesterday as particularly good, but neither can I describe it as particularly bad. I think I have to use that word that school teachers used/use in end of term school reports when they could think of nothing else but to describe the pupils progress as "satisfactory".

  On reflection, there was a good bit of yesterday, and it was around midday when I took a walk to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge. It was almost, but not warm, and there had been a few sunny spells earlier, but I missed them. On the plus side it was almost a pleasant walk. If there was one negative thing about it, it was that I wanted to walk there in 4 minutes, but it took about the usual 6 minutes. I just could not force myself to go any faster.

  I had several things on my imaginary shopping list, and I got every thing I hoped to get, plus one more item. The plus one was a handful of long red chillies - the type that are only warm, but still flavourful. On top of my list were instant noodles, and I was happy to see they had plenty of Polish beetroot flavour instant noodles. i bough quite a few of them, plus a selection of other flavours.
  Another thing I was particularly after was another pack of the sugar free chocolate chip cookies I had bought from there about a month ago. This time I made a point of consulting the nutritional information when I got them home, and under brighter light. As hoped for, they are definitely almost sugar free. I had already guessed one of the bits of information - "Consuming excessive amounts can have a laxative effect". Four, and maybe 5 of the cookies seem just about safe, but 6 definitely causes extra visits to the toilet ! The other thing of interest is that they are Polish. The name and styling of the packet made me think that might be Turkish.

  As well as stuff for my own delight, I also bought a couple of things for Michael for the next time I see him - whenever that might be. I bought him a strong garlic sausage, and a packet of Kabanos. The final thing (that I almost forgot) for my delight was a couple of Turkish sausages. I had them for my lunch. Sadly I bought the wrong ones. One make they do tastes really great. The other, the one I bought, is good, but not wonderful.

  The walk home was "satisfactory". I didn't feel I was going too slow, but I once again couldn't manage to go any faster. Neither going to, or coming from the shop caused any aches and pains, although I guess my legs did feel a bit stiff.  Once home, I cooked the Turkish sausages, ate them, and then laid on my bed to read and relax.

  I am not sure if I was fully asleep, or if it was just a very light snooze, but the next thing was that I heard the doorbell, and it was Jodie arriving for our beer tasting session. We had the usual mix of good and bad beer, although we frequently disagreed one which was which !  Some of the time was taken up by cooking. Initially it was Jodie cooking her lunch of recycled pizza with added cheese and onion cooked in the mini grill/oven. She had two lots to do, and it was all a bit time consuming during which we didn't drink any beer.

  Later on I took time away from the booze to get my dinner cooking. The end result was that we didn't drink all that much, and even when having to drink almost all of the last bottle of a delicious 9.99% malty ale, I finished the session feeling almost sober. For some reason, maybe because I was too sober, I didn't even fancy finishing on a small whisky.  Jodie left at about 6.15pm to get the next 32o bus to Bromley where she was meeting Alan in The Star And Garter.

  As soon as Jodie left I ate my dinner. It was basically a beef casserole with a bigger selection of vegetables than usual It had a little bit of onion in it (left over after Jodie had sliced off half of it for her pizza slices), some broccoli and cauliflower, 3 or 4 sliced long red chillies, and a few baby potatoes. it should have been nice, but I didn't cook the diced beef for long enough to tenderise it. it was rather chewy.

  Although I declare I was just about sober, I can't remember what it was I watched while I ate. I know it was off the hard disk with my collection of recorded TV programmes, but I just can't remember what it was. I definitely remember not wanting to watch any episodes of Filthy, Rich & Catflap, not did I want to watch any "Allo Allo", Yes Minister, or an Avengers episode. What I do know is that later on I watched an episode of QIXL, and an edition of Have I Got News For You on live TV (albeit both repeats).

  I also know that I looked at the whisky bottle a few times, and decided not to have any. maybe that was not such a great idea because a few may have helped me to fall asleep earlier. I lay in bed, trying to get to sleep, for at least over half an hour, and it could have been over a full hour before I went to sleep. Once I was asleep I seemed to sleep well, but I had some quite imaginative dreams.

  The first dream set the scene for some later dreams. That fist dream was a bit SciFi like. I was with a few other people, and we had to start a big (12 to 15ft) disk spinning. Once it was spinning fast enough some RAM Jet engines started, and spun it even faster. That was enough to generate enough power to power up some magnetrons to beam out powerful microwaves. Ultimately, the centre of the disk was an atom bomb. The spinning made the atom bomb explosion concentrated into a tubular spinning vortex of special, but  not described quality (or use, although it may have just been a test shot).

  The next dream was a sort of continuation of the first, but the location had jumped to something like a dockyard. I wanted to know what had become of that vortex of a nuclear blast. One suggested theory was that it might somehow follow the curvature of the Earth. Another was that it was blast straight to the horizon and then on into space. There was an American warship in the dockyard, and I decided I had the authority to ask the captain for news of the experiment.

  I walked up to a group of sailor who were larking about, and ask where the captain was. They pointed to one of their number who was in fits of giggles. I said "what, the loony ?", and he answered, "the loony at your service". After he calmed down he said that he had had no reports of the nuclear blast going around the Earth, and it must have dissipated in space. I am unsure if it was the same dream, or another, but I ended up in conversation with one of the sailors who was a radar operator.

  I can't remember how the conversation started, if indeed it did start - being in a dream it could almost have started mid sentence. We were talking about radar, and mentioned my did was involved with radar in the last war - which for me meant the the second world war, but the sailor thought I meant the Vietnam war (or actually any of the many wars the Americans started). He started describing some radar equipment, and suggested my dad might have been familiar with it. I said no, because my dad died in 1968, and hadn't touched any radar stuff since 1945 when he was de-mobbed.

  This morning I really hoped my blood glucose readings would be good because I was looking forward to eating some of the instant noodles I had bough yesterday. They were only just good enough to enjoy the two packets of tomato flavour instant noodles. Both the Contour and GlucoRX meters closely agreed with readings of 8.8 and 8.7mmol/l respectively. That is in the OK-ish area, but lower would have been a lot better. This morning it was the turn of the Viva Chek meter to be the arbiter for the next 7 days. It went right out on a limb, as it too frequently does, and returned a figure of 9.6mmol/l - an awful lot higher than the other two, and close to the danger zone. I decided to ignore it.

  Today the most important thing is to call the pharmacy, and request my next repeat prescription. I have left it a bit late because if I ever get through this morning (I have been trying for the last hour) the earliest they will have my repeat prescription ready to pick up will be on Wednesday - the day when I will be taking a few of the last drugs of the previous prescription.

  I'm not sure if any of my possible ideas for today include going out, although if the sporadic sunny spells continue it could be a possibility. One thing I hope to do is to edit one of the experimental recordings of TV made by my TV set which I mentioned yesterday, or the day before. As previously mentioned, I have no need for the recordings, but I want to edit at least one, to remove all the adverts and stuff, and see how it looks.