It is another bright morning, but there has already been one or two light showers, and more are predicted. Heavy rain is predicted for a couple of hours this afternoon, but the timing for it keeps changing. The early afternoon temperature should reach 11° C, and maybe tonight will be less cold than last night. Tomorrow should be mostly bright, including an occasional sunny spell, but light showers will occur through most of the day. It should be a little warmer with 12° C or even 13° C possible in the afternoon.

   Yesterday was a fairly good day despite one big disappointment. It was also a day when I got some important news, but more about that later. After a nice morning shower I had another shower a bit later - thanks to the weather. I couldn't have picked a worst time to go to the pub.

  I wrote an awful lot yesterday, but thanks to an early start I was able to finish quite early. That gave me plenty of time for a relaxed shower, and preparing to go out for my Wednesday lunchtime drink in The Jolly Farmers pub. For a while it looked like I might possibly beat the weather, but I was less than 30 seconds from my front door when I felt the first drops of rain that were too small to see.

  By the time I reached the station the rain was very heavy, although still short of torrential. I had decided I might get away with not wearing a hooded coat, and so my freshly washed hair was all mussed up as it got soaking wet again. It was still raining hard when I got to Ladywell station, and hadn't slackened off by the time I reached the pub. Fortunately my coat had kept my torso dry, and warm, but only just warm. If there had been a bit of warm sunshine I would soon have been feeling far too hot in that coat.

  I ordered my first pint of Guinness, and by the time it was poured the sun almost came out. The rain might or might not have completely stopped, but thirty minutes later I could see heavy raining pouring down again. If anything, that rain was probably the heaviest of the day, but it didn't last long, and then the sun definitely came out. The rest of the afternoon featured some sunny spells, and between them the white cloud made it seem quite bright outside.

  Before starting the crosswords I skimmed through some of the news in The Metro, and indulged in some banter with some of the regulars. I think I had just finished my first pint, and the quick crossword, when some interesting news came through by text message. It seems that I am to have an MRI scan on the 16th of next month at St Thomas's Hospital.Until this morning I thought it was the hospital conveniently very near London Bridge station, but I new see it is the hospital a very long walk from Waterloo East station. I am expecting a letter soon with all the fine details.

  I started doing, or trying to do the cryptic crossword as I drunk my second pint of Guinness. I am happy to say I did manage a few more clues than I have recently managed to do, but it was still a very poor show. As I was coming to the end of my second pint of Guinness I noted that the sun had come out, and I decided I would take advantage of that, and head for home instead of having a third pint - my backup plan if it was still pouring with rain.

  I didn't go directly home. Apart from the usual train photography while waiting on Ladywell station, I also wanted to go home via the little supermarket on Catford Bridge. I particularly wanted some packets of their Polish, and Romanian (?) instant noodles, plus I fancied getting some of that almost no sugar Polish sourdough bread. I also bought some stuff to go in the bread - two packets of Salami and a little tub of coleslaw.

  I was still getting some hints of Angina when walking about. I could feel an ache starting to grow by the time I had walked from the pub to near the far end of the platform at Ladywell station. To my surprise, I didn't get any angina type pains when walking from the supermarket to home, but I did find I couldn't do a fast walk home. My ankles were mildly starting to ache, and I could feel the onset of getting breathless if I tried to push myself too much. It may be a syupid hope, but I think it would have been so much easier on a nice warm sunny day.

  Once I got home I made my first sandwich using coleslaw instead of butter, and filled it with a generous helping of ready thin sliced salami. It was amazingly delicious. Somehow it just worked so perfectly together. It was helped by the bread being rather nice. It wasn't the almost no sugar Polish sourdough bread, but a white "bloomer" from a Romanian bakery (somewhere in London). It only listed a pinch of sugar in it, and I think that was just to feed the yeast.

  While I munched my first sandwich I checked all the pictures of trains I had taken on my way to and from the pub. Sadly there were no new ones to add to my spreadsheet. Another sad thing is that because of the rain I didn't take any wildlife pictures in the park on the way there, and there seemed little to see when walking back through the park even though it was dry, as in not raining, then.

  My first sandwich was so good that I had two more. I was feeling lightly filled after 6 slices of bread, although each slice was possibly only 2/3rds the size, and possibly less, than a typical "Sunblest" sliced loaf. It still made me feel guilty, but I would do something about that later. First of all I laid on my bed and started reading. After 15 or 20 minutes I put the book down because my eyelids were drooping. A few minutes later I was having a lovely snooze. It might have lasted as much as an hour, but I wasn't keeping track of time.

  During the evening I did my usual checking of all the TV channels to see if there was anything worth watching. There were a couple of things, but they both started at 9pm. I decided it was another night to watch some old recordings. I watched an old episode of Yes Prime Minister. It is funny, or sad, depending on your point of view, that so many things in that serious comedy series about government, and all the back room deals and assorted corruption, ring so many bells today !

  As I mentioned earlier, I had to do something about my guilty feelings after eating 6 slices of bread, making three sandwiches as a late lunch. It seemed the simplest thing was to have two cans of Tesco's very low sugar cream of chicken soup. It is not advertised as low sugar, but the nutritional information label shows it to be extremely low. I followed up those two cans of soup with some sugar free vanilla wafers. They rounded it of nicely.

  I was in bed, reading, a bit before 9pm, when I might have watched some live TV, but I thought I might feel tired, and deserved getting to sleep early. It was probably after 11pm before I was sleeping well. A little before I realised I had to get up, and go into the chilly bathroom to do a poo (and have a pee). I don't like going that late at night, and in the cold, but I did feel far more comfortable afterwards, and sleep soon came easy.

  I have no idea what my dreams were really about, but I could have been having God-like delusions because it seemed I, and maybe a couple of others, were able to move whole planets around. Mind you, they did seem to be very small planets. I feel there was supposed to be a reason for this, but I have no idea what it was. It was more like playing with toys or idly shuffling cards for something to do.

  I did check on how my blood glucose was doing before I went to bed last night, and I think I remember it being 8.3mmol/l. That seemed pretty good just a couple of hours after my last meal. It gave me false hope that I might get extra low readings this morning, but no such luck, although they were fairly good. The Contour meter, on my second attempt, read 7.8mmol/l, and the GlucoRX meter read exactly the same. The Sinocare was a bit higher, but 8.4mmol/l is acceptable.

  The main, and ignoring a bit of washing up, possibly the only thing on the agenda today is a beer tasting session with Jodie, and possibly Michael this afternoon. If Michael does join us we can expect another long tale of woe about his wife and his hospital experiences. Hopefully Jodie has put all the trauma of changing mobile phones behind her. We can probably look forward to some good boozing !
      







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