Today it is all change !  I think this morning started closer to 8° C than the forecast 9° C. The reason it was so cold is that the sky is completely clear, and may remain so until at least 11am. After glorious sunshine some clouds will develop, and they may be enough to make 1 and 2pm a bit dull, but the rest of the time we should still get sunny spells, and the temperature should rise to 16° C - and that may feel quite nice in direct sunshine. Tomorrow will start with mist (both the BBC and Met Office agree on it). After a 10° C start it should warm up to 16° C again. There might be less sunny spells (BBC) or mostly all sunny spells once the mist has lifted (Met Office).

   Yesterday could easily have been as gloomy as the weather was, but in fact it was not bad despite hardly doing anything all day. Despite there being few distractions, it seems I managed my diet quite well yesterday, although I don't really know how. Later on in the afternoon there was good news.

  My intention was to wash my hair, and have a shower yesterday morning. It never happened. It wasn't that I didn't want to do it, but more the case that I let the morning (and afternoon) slip away, and just never got around to it. Every time I looked out the window as the cold grey light out there, I just knew that any ideas I might have had to go out was just pure insanity.

   After I finished writing yesterday's instalment I just lazed around. I probably spent much of the time just reading my book. It was something I did quite a lot of yesterday, and I probably read around half the book, and possibly more. I had certainly almost reached the climax with just a couple of chapters before the end of the book. What is more, I did some of that reading with my eyes closed, and a sort of zzzzzzz sound coming from me !

  At midday I decided it must be lunch time. I wanted something hot because I was feeling quite cold after laying on my bed for so long. I repeated something I did a day or two ago. I had a bowl of instant noodles, and to save a bit of washing up I used the same bowl for the noodles as I used for breakfast. It has a lid, and so no dust could get in while it sat there for 3 or 4 hours. It is possible that the remnants of breakfast added to the flavour. I did wash up the bowl in the afternoon.

  Apart from doing some washing up, and later on, with the sink, and draining board clear, I gave the draining board a good squirt of white vinegar to remove some of the limescale that keep the stainless steel looking a bit dull, I meant to treat it with white vinegar more frequently once I discovered how good it was as a simple and cheap limescale remover, but I seem to have lapsed a bit. Maybe I'll remember to do it again tonight so I can leave it on overnight.

  My afternoon was still mainly well underutilised, and so I was a bit bored, but I almost managed to not have any snacks. "Almost" is not quite the same as not having any snacks at all, but I thought just three no added sugar biscuit was fairly restrained. It didn't seem to be all that long before dinner time arrived.
  Before I could actually start my dinner I had to go out into the garden to get a snapshot of the sunset. Unfortunately I didn't have a short on or I might have gone out the front, instead of into the garden, to get a better picture of a very pretty red sunset - and a sun set that predicted today.s bright weather.
  I think I mentioned that I had bought this Pulled Pork, Mackintosh, and Cheese ready meal from Tesco last Saturday. Last night it was the main part of my dinner. I think I am almost starting to accept a small snack sized ready meal as a full meal, and maybe this one was easier because it had a moderately high calorie count (411 calories) and the sugar content seemed high to my eyes (13.6gm of sugar), although it was given a green rating for the nutrition "traffic lights" scheme.

  It was quite tasty, although the macaroni was not that nice. The main trouble was I was just getting the full flavour, and starting to think that maybe it was rather good when I shovelled in the very last spoonful. I topped it off with a dessert of a single Golden Delicious apple with a chunk of mature Cheddar cheese.

  I see from my phone that it was 8.45pm when Angela sent me a message. She sounded as if her first cancer treatment went well. She said the radiographer had altered the "mask" (head clamp) a bit, and had cut eye holes in it. It evidently didn't chafe this time, and it seems Angela was mostly comfortable during the 30 minutes or so that her cancer was being bombarded with radiation.

   She said that after this first treatment she was beginning to have some hope for the successful outcome that the doctors have a lot of confidence for. Today she has just radiotherapy - yesterday was both Chemotherapy and radiotherapy. The best thing for my feelings is that she said that the message I sent to her yesterday morning had touched here, and had helped her face the treatment more calmly. She seems to say in such a way that it make me think I am the only one who can calm her and increase her courage. I would be very curious to hear what Miranda, Angela's daughter, and who has a degree in psychology, or counselling, or something like that, thinks of my efforts. I am sure Angela confides in Miranda as well - Miranda definitely knew all about my secret lunchtime meetings with Angela before Angela retired nearly a year ago.

  After watching a bit of TV I headed to bed just after 8pm - but only to do more reading, and to read and replay to Angela's message. soon after 9pm I was ready for sleep....at least I thought I was. It is ironic that last night, one of a few nights recently when I didn't seem to have any discomforts, and should have been able to just relax and fall asleep, was also a night when I suddenly realised I didn't seem to be very sleepy. I did half get up again to go to the toilet, both for a pee, and a possible poo. I passed some wind, but no poo. I think I was asleep not that long after 10pm.

  It was a night when I woke up about every two hours to go for a pee, but it was more by force of habit than need on at lest a couple of occasions. In fact I didn't think I peed all that much on every visit, and that worried me in connection with what the scaled would say when I got on them first thing this morning. Last night was another night when I seemed to dream a lot, but I can only remember one dream, although I suspect I dreamed a few variants of it.

  The dream involved porn, but it was involuntary porn. It took a dream to realise what happens every day according to some politicians, and assorted, usually Christian, do gooders - clicking on an innocent link and finding lots of porn. Until that dream I have always had to deliberately search for porn. If I recall the fine details of the dream I was using an old Windows 98 computer, and it had a big TV sized screen.

  I am not totally sure how I came to end up on not just a porn website, but an evil web site that was trying to take over my PC. It seemed to change the toolbar on my web browser, and hid the close option, and many other options were changed to act as links to more porn pages. It is curious that all my attention was not on the porn (which seemed to be very hackneyed stuff anyway), but in almost enjoying myself fighting what was being done to the computer. I didn't want to just turn off and reboot, and I didn't want to even unplug the ethernet lead. I wanted to regain control of the computer. I do remember have a few minor successes, but I am sure I woke up before I had won.

  I seemed to be ready to get up not long after 6am this morning (actually about 6.20am), and as usual I went to then toilet for a pee, and also a poo this morning, although it did seem to be smaller than I might have expected. Anyhow, both together was enough to to dispel my worries that I had not peed enough in the night, and so my weight would seem to have risen this morning. It seems I had peed enough, and the poo was enough to say that this morning I seemed to have lost 700gm, and I am now back to about my average low. Yesterday I said that I would have liked to try to make a small drop in my weight to compliment the last small drop. It seems I did, and if I can somehow do it again today I might even be able to break through what seems to be a sort of barrier to go, and stay at a lower weight.

  The other good thing is that this time a drop in weight didn't cause an increase in blood glucose. This morning, with no retries at all, the Contour meter read 7.9mmol/l - slightly higher than ideal, but good because it is still in the light green area. The GlucoRX meter read a slightly better than very good 7.1mmol/l, and the Sinocare almost agreed with a reading of 7.2mmol/l. The average of all three is 7.4mmol/l, and I have only had three lower averages so far this month. I seem to be doing OK at the moment, and maybe I have a plan that might possibly improve on it....albeit a bit doubtful.

   Oh well, you can't beat them all. This morning my blood pressure seems a bit higher, although 114/44 is still excellent, it is not as excellent as some days. I don't think there is any special reason for it. I had turned the heater off and was beginning to feel a bit cool. That could have tensed me up. On the other hand, maybe I was a bit excited about scoring good weight and blood glucose readings.

  I might have also been a bit excited about today's brighter weather (although at the moment some clouds have appeared, and the sun is behind one as I write this). This morning I really must wash my hair and have a shower, and then once I am clean and dressed I can get out into the hoped for return of the sunshine. I still feel uncomfortable about trying for a long walk, but I think I am going to try and do something similar to when I went the scenic route to Stanmore tube station on the 4th of this month. Today I am thinking of going to the far limit of the Bakerloo line to Harrow & Wealdstone, and then getting a London Overground train to Watford Junction. I may end up going home via Euston. All I have to do now is actually get myself to go out !