The sky is not actually clear yet, but the sun has been shining for maybe the last 20 minutes. The forecast says it won't stay sunny for long, and fom 10am we may just get sunny spells until one final hour of full sunshine as the sun is setting. Once again the temperature should reach 20° C this afternoon. Tomorrow may see 23° C after sunny spells at the start of the day, and then full sunshine, but a clear sky will mean a slightly cooler start.

   A very unexpected thing happened yesterday after that made me feel very happy, very sad, and very worried. more about that further down the page. I am unsure if I felt good or bad yesterday morning. I was certainly a bit concerned about my blood glucose measurements - they were mildly high, and I felt that was too high.

  As I reported yesterday, there was good news quite early in the morning when I got through first time, and only had the briefest of waits until the pharmacy answered their, and I ordered my next repeat prescription. It will be ready tomorrow, and I'll probably collect it on my way home from the pub tomorrow. In view of my high-ish blood glucose readings I just had a single, but large packet of instant noodles for breakfast.

  After I finished writing my 2,210 words yesterday morning I had my traditional rest, and lay on my bed reading for maybe half an hour. I am not sure when it was, but I know it was earlier than many morning, I had a shower. This time I made sure the water was slightly above tepid, and that seemed good enough. After my shower I put quite a bit of laundry in to soak. It was only one t-shirt, one thicker polo shirt, and I think there were 6 pairs of underpants.

  It was still feeling a bit cool after I had my shower, and it felt almost chilly when I had spent some time quietly reading. I decided I wanted something hot for lunch. I guess the first decision was to have lunch - I might possibly have skipped it. I had just a single can of chunky vegetables and lamb soup. I think the recipe has changed since I last bight a can in Aldi. The label has certainly changed. It was nice, even very nice, but still not quite as good as the old recipe.

  It was about 2pm when I received a Whatsapp message, and I was very surprised to see it was from Angela. It started off with a very short message that said she had cancer. That was a great shock, and rather sad, but on the other hand it did feel good to be told, and particularly when Angela said she had told no one else (except, I presume, her husband). It seems like there is still that bond between us, but it was a terrible way to have it confirmed.

  We exchanged quite a few short messages, but Angela didn't say any more about the cancer. One possibility was breast cancer. I told her not to worry, or fight about the possibility of a radical mastectomy. I said she would still be beautiful, and she still had a gloriously shaped bum. She replied with "Bless you Bill xxxx". As an afterthought, maybe 10 minutes after we had finished exchanging messages, I told her I would be in The Jolly Farmers tomorrow (Wednesday) if she wanted to talk about it.

  She thanked me, and I have a feeling that she would if she could. She added that she had an appointment at Guys Hospital (presumably the one round the corner from London Bridge station) today. This morning I sent her a message wishing her all the best, and good luck for the appointment. She thanked me for that. The really odd thing about this is that after almost silence between us for a year, it is feeling like nothing has changed.

  I guess that messaging, and the news in it, left me feeling a bit peckish. It was only a few hours until dinnertime, but I had some rice crackers and cream cheese. I am getting a little ahead of myself, and missing out an important part of the day. I was on the second rinse of my laundry when Angela contacted me. After we finished messaging I went back to the laundry, and finished it. As expected, and more so considering it was almost mid afternoon, I hung it all up to dry on the big clothes horse, with desk fan on it, in the front room.

   For my dinner I decided it was time I tried the Tesco "The Gym Kitchen" ready meal I had bought the day before. I hadn't really studied the nutritional information before, and when I did I was a bit worried that 8.8gm of sugar was not very low, but at least the calorie value was very low - just 325 calories.

  Once I took it out the box I could see when it was so low in calories - it was rather small. To my mind it was more like a snack than a meal. I must admit it was tastier than I expected, and based on my experience of it I might even try the only other ready meal in the same range that I saw in Tesco.

  The next time I have another of the paella I will add a bit more hot pepper sauce. On the box it declared it was mild, but I would described it as being almost cold. A good sprinkle of hot pepper sauce would certainly liven it up a bit.

  I really should somehow learn to like, or at least be satisfied with such small portion, but last night I decided I would have a dessert of my second to last Iceland "My Protein" very low sugar and calories Vanilla ice cream. I must admit I am finding that stuff to be weirder and weirder. It really is like frozen creamed water with some vanilla flavour. I now have one more tub of it in the freezer. I have to decide if I am going to give up on it, or breave the aggravation of getting a member of staff to open up a non self service checkout for me.

  I did my usual watching the Star Trek offerings on Sky Mix (freeview channel) last night. They were a mix of the good bad and medium entertainment. Once Voyager finished at 8pm I didn't fancy any more TV and went to bed to read with the duvet pulled over me to keep warm. I may have been asleep slightly before 9pm, but I found I was not paying attention to the real time.

  I do remember that I seemed to get to sleep fairly easily, although I suppose it would be more accurate to say I can't remember having any difficulty getting to sleep. One good thing last night was the temperature in my bedroom seemed to stay just warm enough that I was not tempted to put the heater on. It was almost certainly because while I was doing my laundry I closed the bathroom window because it felt like a very chilly wind blowing into the bathroom.

  I seem to remember a right mix up of dreams or dreamlets last night. I feel sure some dreams were about analysing what I had been dreaming about. I think the core dream was a heavily distorted idea from what I had been reading. It was about two (or more) coils (or solenoids) that were supposed to interact, but they seemed to be at right angles to each other, and so there should have been no interaction. All I can remember of that first dream was more or less a still picture of them.

  In later dreams it turned into a sort of "Mystery of the alien artefacts" type thing. (The sort of thing that can use half a fact to fill out a 30 minute TV programme). The original coils were replaced by wire wound around square section architectural beams from Roman ruins. The UFO conspiricists say they were from alien machines, and that two of them at right angles would power a flying saucer. The simple explanations ranged between decorative or to help strengthen the beam. It is curious how there was almost no movement in these many short dreams, and all were little more than still pictures - as far as I can remember.

  I woke up at just after 6am, and it seemed like I had sufficient sleep. One almost oddity is that I don't remember peeing much in the night, but recently it has seemed that sometimes I am unsure if some visits were to the toilet were real, and some were dreams. One explanation for less peeing was lower blood glucose, and it was but not by very much, and still not low enough to be proud about. I guess I was a little proud of my weight in so much that this morning it seems I have lost a whole 700gm - which is a lot, but still not quite enough to be back on track.

  It seemed like my blood glucose was nice and low when I checked my Contour meter. It read 7.6mmol/l, and that is almost spot on my latest target (7.5mmol/l). Unfortunately the GlucoRX meter destroyed the good tidings with a reading of 8.9mmol/l. That could be described as slightly high. The Sinocare meter was more forgiving with a reading of 8.6mmol/l. Maybe that even the low sugar ice cream was the straw that broke the camels back.

  Even my blood pressure reading was a bit high this morning, although still in the "optimum" range according to my blood pressure meter. It probably didn't help that just before measuring my blood pressure I saw an email that said "You have been hacked". I was 99% sure it was just pure spam (or a phishing email). I didn't open it, but I did read the message source. That showed no easily read information, and so I deleted it.

  One of the first thing I shall do once I have finished writing is to have a shave, wash my hair, and have a shower. This will save time tomorrow, and the shower will be definitely needed if I go shopping in Aldi later on. There is also a bit of a "just in case" about it. There is a microscopic chance that Angela is going to her appointment on her own, and a nanoscopic chance that she might decided to meet me when she come back from her appointment (presumably by train from and to Catford Bridge station. We could pop into the Catford Bridge Tavern for a "swift half" on her way home. The chances of it happening are probably less than the chance of winning a first prize on the national lottery, but just in case......