I don't think there was a sunny spell at 8am, and it was just as dull as it is now, and probably will be for the rest of the day. Only some drizzle in the early afternoon is forecast with the rest of the day should/could be dry. There could be a sunny spell or two towards sunset, and the maximum temperature today should reach 17° C, but without sunshine it will feel cold. The forecast for tomorrow is very different between the Met Office and BBC forecasts. The Met Office mostly just says it will be dull but dry until late afternoon when there could be some sunny spells. The BBC say there will be mist until 10am, and it will be followed by just dullness without even a single sunny spell. Both roughly agree on an afternoon temperature of just a chilly 15° C.

   Some of the consequences of yesterday were not desirable, and one was another in a series of "Why !". On the whole it was quite a good day, and of course the bright sunshine made it seem really good all by itself. I seemed to have a very slow morning, but before the clock passed midday I had managed to get under the shower.

  I was originally going to wash my hair as well as having a shower, but I thought my hair was not that bad, and I could save 20 minutes by leaving it as it was. Once dried and dressed, I grabbed a shopping bag, put on my sleeveless denim jacket, and stepped out into the sunshine, with my cheap, poundland, gold tinted sunglasses on. I was heading to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge.

  It was almost a pleasant walk in the sunshine, but I was just starting to feel some angina pains starting. They never actually started, but only by the skin of their teeth. I can't really describe how those early warning signs feel, but by analogy it is like when you start to get feelings that mean you need to go to the toilet sooner or later, and any delay could be unfortunate. It was made very slightly worse because I walked beyond the shop to the Pillar Box to post a birthday card to Angela - which should easily get there by next Tuesday.

  I ended up filling my quite big shopping bag. I bought two lots of apples, some golden and the other red. Three large oranges. Four cans of Zubr Polish lager in four different cans - each had a different animal on it. I bought a selection of instant noodles, and they included some tomato flavour from a maker I had not seen before. Two "spicy chicken" packs were made in Pakistan, and that was a bit of a novelty, although the brand, Knorr, was very familiar.

  The walk back home seemed pleasant enough, but like the walk there, I arrived home to some warning feelings that I had reached my limit before I would have had to had a 30 second or more rest before carrying on if I had needed to go further. My original idea was that I would have some lunch of some apples, and probably the last persimmon. What I actually had was two packs of the tomato flavour instant noodles. They were OK, but a poor substitute for Vifon branded, Polish, tomato instant noodles.

  I didn't have a long time to wait until the hour of boozing arrived. It actually started a bit later because I suspect Jodie, who had been to Borough Market, by London Bridge, had mis-timed the train and had an extra quarter of an hour to wait for the next one. As well as arriving with a load of vegetables, she also arrived with more cans of beer that she just had to buy while they were their - despite having two small fridges here crammed with beer, and my recent delivery of more beer that is waiting for my fridge space !

  Jodie brought me a copy of The Metro so I could do the crosswords while she prepared her lunch, and then spent ages scrolling through instagram and other stuff she does on her phone oblivious to the world around her. I managed to do all the quick crossword, although I was stuck on one clue for a few minutes, but after a quick scan through the cryptic clues showed none that seemed to suggest any answers. I may have a go at it later today.

  About 45 minutes later Michael arrived, and he seemed more interested in music rather than moaning about his day with his dementia suffering wife in the care home. Maybe another 20 minutes passed, and Alan arrived. It was starting to become a good session. It was another half hour or more before Mark arrived, and we had full house. The only thing we didn't have was any 0% beers for him (he was driving), but I did find him a 0.5% beer so he didn't go thirsty.
Michael, Alan and Jodie (Mark hadn't arrived when I took this snap), and of course I was behind the camera.

  It was quite a long, and very enjoyable session. Even Michael stayed well past 7pm and missed seeing most of Star Trek: Voyager, and his beloved Captain Janeway when he got home. Jodie, Alan and Mark all left at about the same time, and those three bundled into Mark's car to go and seek out a pub or bar that served food. I had been fantasising about a takeaway Singapore Fried Noodles for my dinner, but I realised that was a stupid idea because although super delicious, it was a very expensive option, and I had plenty of noodles here.

  Of course I should have stuck to my plans before fantasising, and just had fruit for dinner. Instead I had my third double portions of instant noodles of the day. They were a spicy Korean brand, and their noodles ideally need extra cooking, and just pouring on boiling water, as per almost all other instant noodles, was not the recommended way. I still just used the boiling water route, and as usual for Korean noodles, they did taste a bit floury. They were also quite hot and spicy.

  It was only a back-of-an-envelope calculation using half forgotten, and even only guess figures, but three double portions of noodles, and not really much else, may have only worked out to around 1500 calories. At the time, the worst thing was that those very spicy noodles I had last gave me some annoying heartburn in the night. At first I had had enough alcohol to send me to sleep quite quickly when I tried for sleep around 9pm.

  I have a very vague memory of feeling a bit uncomfortable, and a bit cold, at about 11pm, or maybe a bit closer to midnight. I turned over to my left side, a side I rarely use for sleeping, and that triggered the heartburn. The first thing I did was to turn the heater on low to take some of the chill off the room. I got up and sat at my computer, and had some antacid. That seemed to help, and perhaps an hour later I went back to bed.

  Unfortunately I could not get back to sleep because my right shoulder and elbow seemed to be quite painful. I then had to wait almost an hour before some Paracetamol calmed that down. I could finally go back to bed, and although it didn't happen quickly, I was able to get back to sleep. I know I had some dreams then, and I think one or more had something to do with aeroplanes, but I cannot remember enough details to be even sure about that, let alone try to describe any dream.

  One thing I do remember about last night is that I did seem to get up to pee fairly frequently, maybe as frequently as most nights these day, but I seemed to think that each pee was quite small. After all that beer I was expecting to be peeing gallons ! It was almost like half the time I didn't need to get up to pee, and could have saved it for the next time. It sort of suggested that maybe my blood glucose was not that high....

  I managed to sleep very late by my usual standards, and didn't get up until 8am. I guess I needed, or deserved extra sleep after all the time I was awake in the night. I got up and as usual went for a pee, and I was happy to also have a poo as well. I then got on the scales and it seemed I had put on an infeasible amount of weight in the last 24 hours ! That was a most unpleasant surprise. I think, or I hope that some of it is water retention - which would sort of agree with the idea that I only did small pees in the night.

  Some of my health diagnostics were more positive than my weight was. My blood pressure is almost the same as my average for this month, 106/44. Two of my blood glucose readings were very good, and one was less good. The Contour meter read 7.1mmol/l, and the GlucoRX meter read 7.5mmol/l - both very good readings. The Sinocare meter decided to be very different again, and gave a reading of 8.8mmol/l. That is slightly higher than desirable, but really still some way off being even moderately bad.

  Now the interesting thing is that I also took a reading using my now rarely used Vivachek meter, and it broadly agreed with the Sinocare meter. I am wondering if to get around a patent, these wholly Chinese meters use a method that is a bit too sensitive to something else in the blood - maybe something like alcohol or it's breakdown products. I am thinking I might buy yet another blood glucose meter, but one with a vaguely English sounding brand to see if that produces these random high readings that are completely different to the other two meters.

  I have no particular plans for today except for one thing. After my shower yesterday, I left the slightly bigger than my usual bath towel in soak. I knew it was very unlikely I could finish washing it later, but today I really have to go through the chore of multiple rinses, possibly even 12 rinses, and with a towel of this size it is going to be bloody hard work !

  Other stuff I think I will do is to check my two credit cards, and pay off however much I owe on them. If it is not too much I may have a look at Blood Glucose meters and Amazon, and maybe order a new one, plus some test strips for the Sinocare meter - even though if I do order a new, less Chinese designed meter, the Sinocare meter will most become redundant. Other than that, I predict I will do a fair bit of reading, and almost certainly some snoozing today. If I do have the urge to go out I may go to Poundland, and at the same time look over the road to see if anything is happening to the closed Wetherspoon pub.