09:47 BST

 
  Yesterday was another day that started well, but did not end well. The great start was not just a surprisingly low body weight, fair blood glucose measurements, but the smug knowledge that my changing the big "spinning rust" hard drive in my PC, with a solid state hard drive, worked, and I am happy to say it continues to work well.

   I was a little worried that I seemed to be running out of morning faster than seemed desirable, but I managed to finish writing here, having a short rest, and than doing the full shave, shampoo and shower routine. The main problem of rushing all of that so I could get my usual 12:34 train to get to The Jolly Farmers pub, was that I didn't have much time to cool off after the shower and blow drying my hair.

   It was probably the first indication that yesterday would be a sticky day when I just could not keep my head dry when I went out. The breeze did help to keep it almost dry, but I still felt sticky. I guess I have to confess I was wearing long trousers, and a black t-shirt in the sunshine, which kept me feeling warmer than shorts and a white shirt would have done. Anyway, the good thing is that I got to the station earlier than needed.

  Being at the station earlier meant I could stay on platform 2 to wair for the next Hayes (Kent) bound train, and take a picture of it's front before crossing the footbridge for platform 1, and the next train to Ladywell. It made the walk from home feel almost painless. Maybe my legs were feeling a bit tired, but I didn't get the usual angina pains when I crossed the foot bridge.
  I decided to take my Nikon P500 camera with me yesterday. It is a fairly light camera, but has taken some great train pictures in the past, but yesterday it seemed to suffer from the angle of the sun, or something. Nevertheless, I did take a few important snaps. This one, of 707004, was a good replacement for one I took just the week before, and which I thought was a crappy picture. I used it because it was the first picture I had taken of 707004 in blue Southeastern livery. Yesterday's picture would win no awards, but it was a much better replacement.

  I got my usual train and arrived at the pub at the usual time - 10 or so minutes before 1pm. My timing is still based on seeing Angela at the pub, even though it is many months since I last saw her, and I doubt I will ever see her in there again. I still had a nice hour and a bit (maybe 90 minutes) in the pub. My big error was in forgetting to take a pen to do the crosswords. Fortunately Ayse, my favourite barmaid, came to my rescue with a spare pen from behind the bar (which I returned at the end).

  I only stayed for two pints of Guinness yesterday. While drinking those I managed to almost complete the quick crossword, but there was one clue I just could not think of an answer for. Maybe that ruined my chances of doing the cryptic crossword. I tried for a time, but could not see any clue I could solve to get things going. I ended up reading the paper - which was good and bad. Listening to some of the banter going back and forth - mainly two of the men at the bar boasting about their sexual exploits to Ayse - who listen in good humour, while probably not believing a word of it.
  I don't recall seeing him on my way to the pub, but after leaving I noticed this (presumably) homeless man having a sleep on the flat top of a grave stone. It was in the sun, and had probably warmed up when he selected it as his afternoon sleeping place.
  I had taken my two working mobile phones with me to the pub. One was my everyday Huawei P30 pro phone, and the other was my older Wileyfox Spark phone. The latter gets the occasional treat of some very cheap airtime on the Smarty network (owned by "3"). It home the data rate is terrible, but in Ladywell the signal is much stronger, and the data rate is very good.

   I had originally decided to take it with me to retest the data rate, aka download speed in the pub. It was far, far better than at home. If I lived in Ladywell I might transfer my service to Smarty because it is a couple of pounds per month cheaper than Giffgaff. While I had it in my pocket I thought I would do a test shot using the camera on the old phone. On the phones display it did not look good, but on my PC this picture of Ladywell station in the sunshine looked great, and even shrinking the picture to show here hasn't spoiled it.
  My train back to Catford Bridge turned out to be another train that I needed a better picture of. The original of this train, as recorded on my big spread sheet, was rather blurry - probably motion blur because of a long shutter speed. It was worth it getting this better snap, but sadly I didn't get to see any trains I had not photographed before. That is unsurprising because I am close to having a full set of class 376, class 465, class 466, and class 707 trains - they being the only classes of trains that run through Catford bridge. I need to get out more to get snaps of trains in other parts of London.

  I didn't get any angina pains walking home from the station, and it was because I was walking fairly slowly. The reason was my legs were really aching. I sometimes wonder if this is because I am badly out of practice, or if it is the symptom of some other malady. I suspect it is lack of use. Last year, before the angina started to take hold, I was still not walking that frequently, but I did do several 3 or more miles walks for sightseeing and exercise. I used to find then that my legs seemed to be really stiff for as much as the first mile, and then would seem to free up for almost the rest of the walk, although the last bit would sometimes get my legs aching again.

  I was very happy to get home so I could eventually rest my legs. Before I could sit down I got some lunch ready. Getting it ready actually meant taking the small pack of two Iceland Scotch eggs, and a small tub of yoghurt based coleslaw out the fridge.  I though, or rather I hoped that those two would make a fairly safe post pub meal. I have my doubts now, but at least it was a fairly nice meal, albeit not terribly exciting.

  I ate my lunch while transferring pictures from my old phone, plus Nikon camera to my PC. There was a bit of faffing around to set it up, but I did the transfer from phone to PC via my new class 5 USB Bluetooth dongle, and I was happy that it was a fairly fast transfer. I then selected the pictures I have used here today, and did the usual editing of straightening up, and shrinking down to fit on the page.

  After that I treated myself to a lie down. I read a couple of pages of my book, but felt my eyelids drooping. I put the book down, and very soon I was snoozing. I am unsure how long it was for, but I am sure it was at least half an hour, and possibly as much as an hour. The good thing is that I woke up again, and didn't feel all groggy like used to happen a lot. I seemed to feel fine except for some mild hunger.

  It was about time to start to prepare my dinner. It was to be another of Iceland's "My Protein" range. This time it was a packet that intrigued me. It was described as chicken kebab meat. It turned out to be thinly sliced scraps of chicken with some sort of marinade. The packet suggested cooking/heating in a microwave, but also mentioned oven heating. I went for oven heating to try and get some colour on what looked like a very anaemic looking meat.

  Until I opened the pack I didn't really realise that it was nothing but meat and marinade. With hindsight it was fairly obvious. It meant I needed something to go with it, and I chose a "microwave in the bag in 2 minutes" bag of "Spanish style" black rice with some other stuff in it. I ate both bags, meat and rice, and it was not all that good. The rice seemed more flavourful than the meat, and even that rice seemed a bit bland. I completely ignored reading up the nutritional information until it was too late, and in fact never checked it at all. That was possibly wise or I might have added guilt to my reasons for a bad night's sleep.

  I did my usual of picking what, or how much to watch from the four Star Trek episodes shown early yesterday evening. I think I watched most of all four, but Voyager was a very tedious episode. Then I did the usual ritual of turning off the TV for an hour until turning it on again at 9pm to watch and record another episode of The New Avengers. Curiously enough, it was an episode I remember watching possibly when originally aired in the 1970s (?).

  Another curious fact it was while watching a dull bit of that episode of The New Avengers, I suddenly remembered that the day before I should have been watching and recording the Tuesday night airing of another brand new episode of Secrets Of The London Underground. I must try and watch and record the repeat on Sunday night - I think/hope !

  At 10pm, when The New Avengers finished I went to bed. Even while watching TV I had hints of growing heartburn. Once I was in bed, and had turned over to go to sleep, the heartburn was bad enough to keep me from sleeping. Maybe I might have managed to ignore it for long enough to get to sleep, but last night was also a very sticky night. That was made worse by a very high blood glucose level, although at that time I didn't realise it.

  What I did know was that my chest hurt, and I was sweating a lot. That could have been a very bad sign, but I knew the causes, and so it was extremely annoying rather than worrying. I did also have fears that I might have another stomach upset, but while I made several visits to the toilet, nothing happened except the occasional fart. I tried milder cure, but at around 1am I had a slug of "Acidex", at least I think that is what it is called. It is an aniseed flavoured gloopy sludge. It is not exactly pleasant, but it really did seem to work this time. It wasn't long before I felt comfortable enough to fall asleep.

  I woke up three or four times in the night, and as well as a pee each time, I also had to turn around my sweat soaked pillow. I had tried using the fan during the night, but the air being blown at my damp (with sweat) body almost felt ice cold. I had to angle the fan away from my body so all I could feel was the most gentle, in the extreme, breeze. I think I was too happy sleeping that I didn't seem to bother trying to remember any of the dreams that I am sure I had.

  I was evidently sleeping so well at the end of the night that at 6am I got up for a pee, and then went back to bed where I fell asleep again almost instantly. It was almost 8am when I woke up again. Despite all the peeing and sweating in the night, I seemed to have put on several hundred grams. I am not back where I started, but it almost wiped out all the great loss of weight the previous night.

  Many oddities were answered when I checked my blood glucose levels. They were really terrible. The Contour meter read 9.4mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read 9.2mmol/l, and the Sinocare meter read 9.1mmol/l. That puts them all in the pink area - one step short of the red danger area. No wonder I was sweating so much last night. I think that the "My Protein" chicken kebab meat must share some of the blame, but maybe the "Spanish style" rice was more to blame....although I am sure the pack showed a low sugar content.

  One thing is for sure - I must try better today. That could be tricky because today is a Thursday, and that means it will be a drinking afternoon with Jodie, and maybe Michael (I will see if I can lure him here today). Fortunately I think I have already eaten the worst things in the fridge. I could possibly order a couple of small shish kebabs - they are usually very safe - or I could just convince myself I am just going to have a tub of known good, and proven safe, tub of ice cream (or creamed water as it sometimes seems) for my dinner. Tomorrow all will be revealed !