There is still some cloud around, and it delayed the start of today's sunshine. There are still a few clouds and a lot of the sky is a sort of milky colour, but for now we have full sunshine. If the forecast is correct it should continue until sunset. It will raise the temperature to 17° C according to the BBC forecast, or 19° C according to the Met Office. Tomorrow should see strong sunshine all day, and the afternoon could reach 21° C.

  Yesterday was not such a bad day, even if the weather seemed not as good as the forecast seemed to predict. One problem is that I sometimes felt tired, and I'll say more about that later. The afternoon beer tasting was better than some, and I'll write more about that too.

  Getting to sleep a lot later than ideal the night before last had it's knock on effects, and one was that I slept a bit later than usual, and a more subtle effect was to make my writing slower than I can usually manage. At the end of writing yesterday's piece I laid on my bed as usual, and I read a page or two of the book I am reading. I felt my eyelids drooping, so I put the book down, and promptly fell asleep for quite a long snooze.

  When I woke up I went and had a shower, and got myself ready to go out shopping. There was nothing I needed desperately, but it seemed prudent to try and get a a few things in that would be slightly safe if I had a drunken food frenzy in the evening ! I was thinking along the lines of salads, but the Catford Tesco only offer a couple of crap plain ready made salads. Although I haven't been in any other Tesco store for ages, I know it was the case that Tesco do produce (or have produced for them) a few semi decent salads.

  The walk to Tesco was fairly OK. It was just about warm enough for no coat and bare arms, and my newest, wide fitting, trainers do seem to be getting comfortable now (although I need to assess them on a longer walk now). When I walked into Tesco they had Vera Lynn on the speakers. I really mistimed my visit because I was only a third of the way around when the announcement came over the tannoy that it was just before midday, and there would be 2 minutes of silence to remember the dead on VE day.

  Like over half the people in Tesco I continued to shop very quietly. I noted that my new trainers were completely silent when walking softly over the floor in Tesco. I gave one man, who was standing still, a shock when I crept up behind him. It was actually a lot nicer shopping in silence. The end of the silence was followed by Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World". It seemed both appropriate and inappropriate  - appropriate because it was better than being at war, and yet not appropriate with Trump seeming to do his best to start WW3.

  I guess there must be a few members of the insane who like it, but "the boogie woogie bugle boy from company b" must rank in with the most hated songs in the world, and probably other worlds two. It seemed a good reason to start a new war to blast such atrocities to the ear out of existence. I shall never forgive The Andrews Sisters even after my dying day.

  The walk home from Tesco was mostly OK. My new trainers continued to be fairly, although not completely comfortable. There was enough sunshine on my back, and with a heavy rucksack on my back, I was starting to sweat when I got home. It is curious that getting sweaty is not nice, and yet it felt good to be hot enough to sweat. The heat didn't last, and in the dining room and kitchen, both at the back, and shaded side of the house, it still felt quite chilly.

  I had bought a few things that could have been the basis for lunch, but nothing that didn't need some preparation. I actually ate the last of the Ciabatta rolls I had bought from Aldi, and filled them with beef, salad leaves and horseradish sauce. The rolls were not still in perfect condition, but it was still a nice lunch, and I hoped it would be a good enough buffer for when I started tipping beer down my throat.

  After my lunch I laid down and had another snooze. That was not part of the plan. I woke up in time to do the usual bit of housework to tidy the kitchen and dining room before the boozing commenced - later than expected because Jodie seemed to be late again. An hour os so later we were joined by Michael. He was not exactly happy, but he seemed far less depressed and moaning than previous weeks.

  I don't think we had an beers stronger than about 6%, and most were probably about 5%. At least one was not all that nice, but most were basic lagers from several breweries and countries - all very drinkable, but none particularly exciting. I guess I had enough to get a bit tipsy, but less drunk than some previous sessions with insanely strong, but oh so delicious, beers.

  By about 6:30pm both Jodie and Michael had gone home, with Jodie leaving about 15 minutes before Michael. I was looking forward to my dinner. I hoped it would be very nice. It was from the reduced price shelf in Tesco, and was a Steak Ragú from Tesco's "Finest" range. I didn't realise it was just a thin layer of diced beef in gravy over a bed of thick, tapeworm like, pasta. I am not a great fan of pasta (unless you include instant noodles), and those thick and long strands of pasta made it almost a messy meal to eat. It did not feel filling at all despite all the pasta.

  I shouldn't have done it, but I had some dessert of clotted cream ice cream. It is annoying how there seems to be no common way of saying how much sugar there is in ice cream. I think this clotted cream ice cream I bought had a lower sugar content than many ice creams. It still seemed to be very delicious, and it was hard to limit how much I ate. This morning's blood glucose readings seem to suggest that maybe I was right about it.

  I watched the last 15 to 20 minutes of the local news, and then switched channel to watch Star Trek: Voyager. I don't think I watched anything else after that, but I didn't go to bed for another hour at about 9pm. I knew I needed to get an earlier night after a couple of nights of poor sleep. Sleep didn't come quickly after having my two long snoozes in the day, but I was probably asleep by 10pm.

  I had another night where i didn't always seem to wake so often to pee, and so it seemed I didn't pee so much last night, although I do seem to remember one pee being quite a big one. I had several dreams, and none have left much in the way of strong or complete memories, but one is almost easy to describe because a lot of it was based on theories rather than action. Or to put it another way, I seemed to know what was going on in a theoretical way with actually experiencing.

  It is also possible that I made some of it up after the dream when half awake and working out what had happened in the dream. The dream started, or at least I think it started with me being in a hospital. I think I was supposed to visiting a clinic or something, but it was a huge hospital, and I got lost. I found myself in the mental health wing - a futuristic ward that was very far removed from "loony bins".

  It seems most people were in there during a sort of mid life crisis, and maybe most of them were women. In this futuristic hospital these people would have their mind rejuvenated by being taken lower, into real depression for a day, and then brought out of it into a great state of mind, The theory being that once you have seen the bottom, the top seems wonderful. I have no idea how these things were achieved. It could have been drugs, psychotherapy, hypnosis or something else.

  That was the background to the real story, and that was that I met a young woman who took a shine to me. She became very affectionate. She was near the end of her treatment, and had been told she could suspend her treatment to go to a concert in Reading. She said I should go with her, and we could share a room for the night.  We didn't get as far as leaving the hospital, but we found a place where we could have very serious cuddle. Maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but before I woke up I got to see a lot of her body. her breasts were very uneven - one big, one small, and one higher up her chest than the other. That was not a deal breaker, but rather less exciting than hoped for. Things were even weirder lower down, and the big turn of was that she seemed not to have washed down there all the time (or longer) that she had been in hospital. It was almost a relief to wake up.

  I should have had quite sufficient sleep when I woke up just before 6am, but I decided to go back to bed after going for a pee. The next thing I knew was that it was almost 8am. I went to the toilet but spend most of the time trying to poo, but nothing happened. I also seemed not to pee much. It is fortunate that after I had counted out my drugs for the day I went back to the toilet, and this time I had a bigger pee, and did a fair sized poo. After that I weighed myself again, and this time I found I had only put on 500gm - a couple of hundred less than my first go on the scales. Some of that weight gain could be that I didn't poop a lot yesterday - certainly less than I presumed I should should have done. In theory I will need to go to the toilet a few more times today.

  It was better news about my blood glucose. All readings were "good enough", and the worst was only my old target. The Contour meter read 8.5mmol/l, and that used to be what I was aiming for before I started doing better. The GlucoRX read only a bit above my current target (7.5mmol/l) with a reading of 7.7mmol/l. Once again the Sinocare meter gave a reading between the two (instead of being a lot higher) of 8.4mmol/l. That was all good enough that I don't have to take extreme measures today.

  I really don't know what I am doing today. The warm sunny afternoon suggest I should go out and try to get some strength back into my legs. That seemed to be working before a week of poor weather set me back. On the other hand I don't feel keen to try for a long walk. There is a microscopic possibility that I might go to a gig tonight. I have never seen the band before, but I have heard that Hundred Mile High are pretty good.

  I know no one from the band, and I doubt there will be anyone there I know, but they are playing in The Railway almost outside West Wickham station, and so simple to get there. If I do get there I could take some pictures, and then try and walk up the hill without killing myself, and go to The Swan where Inside Edge are playing - another band I don't think I have ever seen before. It all sounds sort of tempting, but I'll probably start thinking about bed at the same time I should be walking to the station. If I do go for a walk today I might even be in bed before the bands start playing !