09:15 BST

  As the headline for yesterday's forecast said, there was light cloud and a gentle breeze all day long. Despite a couple of hours shown with a small chance of rain, it was a dry day. Most of the afternoon was just 16° C, but I have no idea if just 4pm managed 17° C, as shown in the forecast.    As I write this it feels a lot like yesterday - grey and dull. One change is that today the forecast says the clouds will be a darker shade of grey, and that seems to be correct. Today day started at 12° C, and so the nights are not yet getting seriously cold. By 2pm the temperature will reach it's peak of just 15° C. Maybe time to think about long trousers again ! No rain is forecast for today, and neither is a single ray of sunshine. The temperature may go down to 11° C tonight, and with another very grey day forecast, the afternoon temperature tomorrow may only reach 15° C again. Once again it should be a completely dry day.

  After finding my weight had risen by a full kilogram yesterday morning, the main aim for yesterday was to get my weight back down again - which I did, but not nearly enough. I was lucky I achieved what I did because it was quite a boring day - mainly thanks to the horrid grey sky, and grey light.

  I started writing very late yesterday. I don't think I had any silly interruptions from long phone calls (from a certain gas bag), but maybe I was writing slowly or something, or there was some other distraction when I can't remember now, but I do remember I didn't finish writing until midday. That is ridiculously late. In one respect it didn't matter because I was not planning to do anything.

  In another respect it did mean that it felt too late to bother to have a shower, or indeed any sort of wash. I wasn't going to see anyone yesterday, not even any fellow shoppers, and so not washing only hurt my pride. Even that didn't hurt that much because I was in a sort of couldn't care less mood.

  The one thing I did care about, although evidently not enough to take extreme measure, was the weight I had gained when I was supposed to be losing weight. Apart from blaming Sunday afternoon's boozing, I wasn't even sure what I had done to gain so much weight. That put a dampener on the day, and I don't think I ever recovered from it. There is not a lot to say about yesterday because almost nothing happened.

  I spent a lot of time reading - either my book or technology news on the internet. The book reading took place while laying on my bed, and that meant that if I felt the merest hint of a potential snooze I would close my eyes, and wait to fall asleep. I am not sure how much I actually slept, and I suspect it was all that much in the end.

  One thing I did do during that Olympic level resting illustrates the reason why Mounjaro, the alleged wonder slimming drug, does not work well for me. It may have modified my physical feelings of hunger, but it does nothing for my mental signals. I laid on my bed not actually feeling hungry, but with nothing else to think about, I found I was counting down the minutes until my next meal. I had nothing to do, and eating is something to do, and it can be a really pleasurable experience - and more so when the day offers almost no other pleasures.

  I did my best to fight these feelings, and I did have some success. Unless I am confusing it with the previous day, my lunch was rice crackers with German, thinly sliced salami. Rice crackers always seem to be very safe, but the salami is not that safe, but at least it is low sugar, and I think it has less calories than, for instance, cheese (but this could just be me deluding myself).

  Ideally I could have skipped lunch, but I couldn't get the idea out of my mind. The rice crackers and salami was a good substitute for nothing, and I could easily have had far worse. After that lunch I was back on my bed reading, dreaming, and generally letting my mind wander, and it kept wandering to thinking about my next meal. As far as my brain was concerned I would be having dinner even if I didn't need it.

  I had two significant things later, and I am unsure which I should call dinner, and which was a snack. There was probably a good hour between them, and so one of them couldn't be called a dessert - even if it was exactly like a dessert. It was plain vanilla ice cream and the last of the Angel Cake I had in the cupboard. It was a terrible choice nutrition wise, but it was really delicious, and I have heard of men who have walked straight into hell for less !

  If the ice cream and cake was a snack then my dinner was no more than a big corned beef and tomato sandwich made using seeded sourdough bread. I think I ate it while watching the BBC 6 O'clock news. After a weekend of unreliable TV choices it was good, or was it bad, to get back to the weekday schedules to waste/use my time watching Star Treks and Have I Got New For You, plus something else, until it was 10pm and bed time.

  I hoped I may have felt a bit sleepier after having a few large Irish whiskies (Jamesons). It seemed to work because I can't remember being awake for more than a few moments after I turned out the lights and turned over. Before that I did have a couple of Rennies because, once again, I was getting some acid burps. For a few hours I seemed to sleep well, but then I had to get up to pee, and also adjust the thermostat on the heater because my bedroom seemed to have cooled a lot.

  I think it was in the second half of the night that I had some dreams. I remember a big, and possibly significant dream, but I am struggling to remember something about it beyond being another dream that was set in a pub - and that is a difficulty because what I think I remember might be from a dream a night or two ago that was also set in a pub. All I seem to be able to remember was that there was half a dozen or more of us sitting round a big table.

  The other dream I can only remember a few things about, but it did bring a new topic - birds (of the feathered variety). It seemed I had a small pet duck that had lots of green markings/feather. I am very sure I am not remembering this correctly, but it seems I held a hand out, and new bird alighted on it. It was a small bird, maybe the size of a blackbird, but it was all green.

  It was nice that this new bird seemed so tame, but after while I wanted to put it down so I could do other things. I shook my hand and it flew off, but only went a yard or two before settling on my PC. That PC was not like any I have ever seen before, but it had one feature that was a fan that vented air out the top of the case. I don't know if the bird like the warm air, or if it just liked to feel the wind on it's feathers. It settled down on the PC with it's bottom straight over the fan, and it's tail feathers in the fan opening. The next thing I knew was that the fan was mangling some of the tail feathers. It didn't hurt the bird (as far as I could see) but those straggly feathers upset it's flight stability. It seemed I would be caring for the bird until it grew new tail feathers.

  This morning was yet again a "double morning". I woke up earlier than I wanted, and I did my best to get back to sleep after a pee. I did manage that, but didn't sleep long. I think it was just after 6am when I got up again, and I went for another pee, and also a poo this time. One semi annoyance is that I didn't pee as much as I thought fair. The ice cream and cake I ate should have raised my blood glucose so high that I should have been peeing gallons in the night - but I didn't.

  Evidently I had peed just enough, combined with my poor attempt at some traditional dieting, to drop my weight a bit. This morning I was 200gm lighter, but after the one kilogram gain of the day before, it was not nearly enough to get my weight back to where it was before. I know I could lose a fair bit of weight if I could pee out some of the water stored in, and bloating my left leg and foot. That leg, mostly at the foot end, is quite puffy, and applying pressure with a finger tip  leaves a very obvious dimple in the skin that takes a few minutes to disappear.

  I am unsure why it is mostly, but not exclusively my left leg that suffers the worst. It could be a combination of poor circulation because of my faulty heart valve, and because that is the leg they took the artery from for my heart bypass operation back in 2013. For several weeks, and maybe month after that operation, I was on "water tablets" (Furosemide) to help drain that leg. I suspect more of those tablets would help a lot with the ongoing problem.

  The main reason for not peeing like a horse (or some such simile) last night was because, once again, the thing that Mounjaro is doing terrifically well is controlling my blood glucose. Despite all the sources of sugar in my diet (the cake and ice cream was quite bad enough by itself), my blood glucose is magnificent this morning. The Contour meter read 6.7mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read 6.3mmol/l, and the GlucoFix meter read 6.4mmol/l.  The average of all three is 6.47mmol/l, and only one single day in June was only just better. If I could get a few readings starting with "5" I could claim not to be diabetic at all.

  I think I feel physically, moderately OK this morning, but that disgusting grey sky outside makes me feel depressed. I would almost be happier if it actually rained, but the forecast just say it will be dry, but grey, grey, and more grey. It does not inspire me to do anything at all, and today is probably going to be a lot like, if not worse than yesterday. There is one thing I have to do today, and that is to have my next Mounjaro injection.

  I'll do that injection after I have had a shower, and washed my hair. I think I will be OK hanging over the bath to wash my hair. I did feel a very slight amount of something that was similar to light headedness. Since then I have treated my ears with more oil, and I think my head feels OK this morning. Washing my hair is important for tomorrow, but I will not have a lot of time tomorrow (and I may not be able to write anything tomorrow). I am due at the hospital Cardiology department at 11:10am. I'll have time for a shower, and probably some sort of light breakfast, but little more. 

  I will have to wait until Thursday morning to say more about the appointment, and what they intend to do about my faulty heart valve. I am wondering if it can be fixed with keyhole surgery - but only because I have never experienced that before. I believe the recovery time for keyhole surgery is very quick, although because it will be on the heart, the operation itself will be quite a performance - that I hope I am blissfully unaware of. It would be great if I came around from the anaesthetic at around 6 or 7am, and like after the bypass operation, it was just like waking up in the morning.

  The only complication of that operation was that I had to be put under again as I was about to come around because I had to be opened up again to fix a leak ! Once I did come fully around I was shocked at how undramatic it all was. The nurses kept asking me if I was in pain and needed painkillers. They even had a morphine machine on standby, but I was almost perfectly comfortable unless I deliberately put some stress on my stitches and staples. I was surprised to see just how big the incision was. It was about 10 inches long, and looking quite red, but the inflammation didn't hurt or even itch. I was really impressed with their work - except for the butcher who did the vein extraction from my leg. That looked like it had been done with a blunt penknife ! The scar on my chest has faded well, but the scar on my leg is still very prominent.