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   The big weather feature yesterday was the wind. Through the morning, and the afternoon, up to 4pm, it was very windy. Apparently there was a tree blown down somewhere that caused delays to the trains though Catford Bridge station. Having ventured out in it for a short while, I can confirm the prediction I made yesterday, it did feel very chilly in that wind. The air temperature only rose to 14° C in the afternoon, and the wind made it feel even colder - maybe just 10° C.   This morning has started bright and sunny. The sky still looks mostly clear (in the small view through the window next to my PC), and it seems that the change to just sunny spells, predicted for 9am could happen later. The day should be dry, and the wind may be just a "moderate breeze". The afternoon should see the temperature reach 16° C.  Tomorrow may start at just 11° C, but the sunny spells followed by full sunshine (the opposite to today) should warm things up to a very pleasant 19° C.

  I can't say I was feeling that dynamic yesterday, but I did manage to go out shopping. In fact saying "I did manage" makes it sounds like it was a big chore. In reality it was only one notch short of quite pleasant. It was generally only spoiled by the strong wind.

  I have to admit I was feeling quite lazy after I had finished writing yesterday's piece, and I spent as much as an hour laying on my bed, resting, reading, and I may have had a short snooze, but I knew I had to get back to the towel I had left soaking in detergent the day before. I wasted a fair bit of hot water to take the chill off the detergent before I hauled the towel out of the big bucket. It still felt cold and sort of, but not actually, slimy.

  As irritatingly usual, it took as many as ten rinses and wrings outs, before I was satisfied I had got enough detergent out of the towel. After the final, and extra strength wringing out I hung the towel up to dry on the big clothes horse (because that was still up from last time, and it was too much trouble to fold that flat and get the small clothes horse set up - even though that would have been quite adequate.

  With the towel dealt with I could use the bathtub for myself. I washed my hair, and had a shower - which felt wonderful after skipping a shower the previous day (and I am ashamed to say, probably the day before that). Once dried and dressed I set out into the howling gale to go to Poundstretcher - except when I fist stepped out the wind seemed very light, and I felt comfortable enough in just a t-shirt.

  I was halfway down the first road when the first gust of wind hit me. It was rather strong, and it definitely featured some wind chill factor. I have no idea what the wind chill was, but it most definitely felt cold. I could have turned around to go and get a coat, but I thought i would defy the wind and carry on as I was. I didn't think there would be any longer lasting negative consequences, but this morning I have some doubts about that assumption.

  There were a few specific things I wanted from Poundstretcher, and the rest just seemed like a useful thing to buy. Top of the list, because it avoided having to go into Tesco, and worry about if a staffed checkout would be available, was some bottles of Diet Coke. Poundstretcher only have 1.5 and 1.25 litre bottles - smaller than my usual choice of 2 litre from Tesco or Aldi. As far as I could see from the shelf tags, the 1.5 and 1.25 litre bottles were the same price, but I am sure they weren't. I still haven't bothered to calculate how the price per litre compares to Tesco prices. I assume it was not more expensive, but any saving were probably very small.

  The other thing on top of my shopping list was giant sticking plasters (or just "big" sticking plasters by my measurements). They are very good for sticking over my bunions, and make walking in some shoes a lot more comfortable. One thing I didn't know I wanted until I saw them, was bags of Puffs - like "Cheesy Whatsits", but not allowed to use that trade name. I bought two big bags (each with smaller, individual bags inside).

   One was "cheese toasties" flavour. They didn't taste like cheese on toast as I know it. It was an artificial sort of flavour, but it was quite nice. The other was supposed to be Marmite taste. I don't think I have opened that bag yet, but if I have I don't remember it because, as expected, the taste is/was a bit insipid compared to how we expect Marmite to taste. I suspect they have throttled the taste down to avoid scaring those who don't appreciate the full bit of Marmite.

  One other thing of note that I had intended to buy was a few flapjack bars. Once upon a time I used to refer to them as gravel bars because they were almost gritty with, I presume, lots of bran, or other grain by products. That makes them both healthy and very unhealthy (it is all bound together by a lot of sugar). The healthy bit I was hoping for was as extra fibre in my diet to counteract a tendency for Mounjaro (the alleged wonder slimming drug) to cause constipation - and it does !

  There were a few things more I might have bought if I saw them, but I didn't and it felt like I had probably bought quite enough. It was probably because the wind was on my back that it felt less windy as I walked home, although a strong gust just as I came out of the multi-story car park did indeed feel very strong, although not strong enough to push me over. Being only a short (5 or 6 minutes) walk I decided to wear a pair of trainers that are not comfortable (yet !). I think there are signs that I am starting to wear them in, and they were not very uncomfortable, and they didn't seem to slow me down too much.

  Once I was home I tucked into a very unhealthy lunch. It was two "gravel bars" (flapjack bars). I had actually bought 4, but I seemed to have enough will power to save the other two for another day - probably today. I followed them by two small bags of "cheese toasties" flavour Whatsit type starch puffs. After that I went into a sort of decline, or to put it another way, I had nothing to do except to revel in being ultra lazy. I laid on my bed. Read for a bit, and this time I am sure I must have had a snooze - maybe even two !

  Being as yesterday was a Saturday, all the TV schedules are all very different. At 6pm the BBC were showing strictly come baking on ice with karaoke, or some such bollocks, instead of the 6 O'clock News. Instead I watched a 6 O'clock News on the BBC news Channel. The big difference is that they drag out the national and international news for a full hour, and don't show any local news. I have no idea what happened in London, but I know the rest of the world seems a pretty bad place to be.

  While watching the news I ate my dinner. The main course was "Cod Mornay with peas and mashed potato". It was a calorie controlled ready meal for one. I didn't really enjoy it, and I should have known that because I think I have had it twice before, and didn't enjoy it those times either. The peas are OK. The Mash is pretty bland. The fish is just a half credit card sized lump of cod cooked in a tasteless white sauce...or maybe it has a taste, but it is not an enjoyable one.

  After that calorie controlled meal (just 308 calories is says on the packet) I deliberately ate a slightly less than small portion of plain vanilla ice cream. It was a deliberate ploy to raise my blood glucose so I would pee more during the night. It did work, but not as much as expected. I am unsure if that is a valid excuse to have even more next time, but having thought of the idea it might not be so easy to ignore the idea !

  I managed to find enough on TV last night to keep me from being bored - almost. I found that Channel E4 were showing another string of Simpsons episodes. After that I watched a programme on the Quest channel. It was about "Engineering Errors". Some of it was barely enough to tickle a single brain cell, but one segment was about a major explosion in a Fertiliser factory in America. The fertiliser was Ammonium Nitrate, and that was the favourite oxidiser of the IRA, and their terrorist bombs. Even a layman like me could see the factory was little more than a big bomb !

  I guess at the end of that I was feeling tired, and I can't remember if I watched QI or Have I Got News For You, or both of them. I know it was about 11pm when I went to bed. I was definitely too tired to do any reading, and I think I fell asleep fairly quickly.  I mostly slept OK. I woke up a few times for a pee, and I think it may have been around 2am when I woke up for no obvious reason. It also took a good half hour before I fell asleep again.

  I did have one unpleasant dream in the night, and it was unpleasant on a couple of level. One unpleasant thing was that it was set in a couple of quite crowded pubs, and I had no idea what beer they sold, and what it was like. I asked everybody on the table I was sat at, and nobody seemed to know what beer they were drinking, and even if they liked it. One man put his hand in his pocket and took out a £20 and £10 notes that were obviously forgeries, and suggested I use them to buy a round. I was sure I would not get away with it, and maybe I woke up at that point to avoid any unpleasantness.

  The other dream, or maybe it was a continuation of the first, had a much higher degree of unpleasantness of the gross variety. There seemed to be two pubs next to each other separated from each other by a sort of beer garden. It had raised flower beds bordered by a brick wall almost 2ft high. Even the beer garden was very crowded, and I had to support myself by putting a hand on the wall around one of the flower beds, as I squeezed through a small gap.

  When I reached the other side, and about to go into the other pub, I realised that when I put my hand on that wall I had put it into what I assume was dog poo. It was very sticky and I couldn't even flick more than some of it off. I cleaned what I could using a tissue, but my hand was far from clean. Somehow I had to get through the crowded pub to the toilets so I could wash my hands, and I had to make my way through the bar in such a way as no one could see my my dirty hand.

  One interesting thing was that the dream did not feature any smell - which made the dream slightly less than a nightmare. I can remember slowly make my way through all the people in the bar, but I think the dream faded away before I reached the gents toilet. I'm unsure, but I may have woken up for a pee at the end of the dream. It may have been around 5am when I momentarily thought I might get up. I actually got up at almost 8am - rather later than usual.

  After getting up I went for a pee, and a poo, although I was not sure I could complete the latter. It was quite a big, and rather hard stool that was very uncomfortable to push out. Unfortunately, although big, it was not heavy even if it looked it. I judged that by the way is was light enough to float on the water in the toilet pan. A (fairly rare) heavy poo would sink to the bottom.

  It was handy that I had another pee only about 20 minutes later, and I could correct my weight on my spreadsheet. I am happy to say that this morning I have lost some weight, but it was not the kilograms that Mounjaro is alleged to achieve. It was a measly single 100gm. I could blame Mounjaro, but it is mostly my fault. Before Mounjaro I struggled to reduce my weight, and on the whole I managed a very slow downward trend (with the occasional disasters along the way). Probably without realising it (most of the time, bit not now, obviously) I have put so much trust in Mounjaro that I have stopped trying.

  I don't care to take 100% of the blame, and maybe I should take a lot less blame. One thing the nurse told me was that one feature of Mounjaro was that it slows emptying of the stomach, and so you are not supposed to feel hungry so soon after a meal. This morning, just as a great example, I had a 100gm packet of instant noodles for breakfast. No more than 3 hours later, and probably not much more than 2 hours later I was feeling peckish again.

  Where Mounjaro definitely does work is as a sort of insulin substitute. I am getting consistently low blood glucose readings lately. This morning the Contour meter read an excellent 6.6mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read 6.7mmol/l, and the GlucoFix meter read 6.9mmol/l, and these low readings were after eating the sweet flapjack bars, plus sugar filled ice cream yesterday. These figures are only a tiny bit higher than a non diabetes sufferer may get.

  I am unsure what I am doing today. Being a Sunday it would normally mean a boozy afternoon drinking exotic beers with Jodie, but she is probably not coming today. She has to get to a gig by 6pm, and while it might have been possible if the trains were running normally, the trains are going to Victoria today instead of Charing Cross. I don't know where the gig is taking place, but I assume it is closer to Charing Cross than Victoria. Once upon a time, and we are talking about the 1990s here, Jodie only ever considered going to Victoria as the gateway to London. Then I convinced her that getting a train from Elmers End to Charing Cross (via Catford Bridge) was the simple way to get to London, and doubly so after she moved into her flat in Elmers End. I've asked her to give me some warning if she changes her mind and wants a beer here first.

  This morning, when I first got up, I felt pretty bad. I can only describe it as the sort of feeling you sometimes get when a storm is approaching - mild headaches, and creaky joints and stuff. I now feel OK-ish. I could go out for a walk before I would have to be here if Jodie does change her mind. A walk would be good for me, but I am not sure if I really feel keen for it. At the moment I am getting feelings like constipation returning, and I would not want to go far if I thought I would need the toilet at possibly short notice. I may well just have a lazy afternoon, and treat myself to some beers if I can find some that won't have Jodie shouting at me that "I haven't tried that one yet !!!!".