08:20 BST

  Yesterday was almost a dry day. Some light rain and drizzle was forecast, but I don't seem to remember anything more than one or two fairly brief showers. I do remember a short period of sunshine, although it might have been hazy sunshine. Despite the day starting at 12° C, and only reaching 15° C in the afternoon, it didn't seem to feel particularly cold.   Today we have a weather warning. I think it for heavy rain late tonight. My weather stations say the atmospheric pressure is low now, but rising, and the two I have checked say a sunny day is coming. Of course this contradicts the BBC weather forecast, but that means nothing ! We have had a fairly cold start, but the lowest I saw was about 10° C. It should rise to a mere 14° C this afternoon, and while it may look very dull and autumnal as I write this, some sunny spells are forecast. It could be 8pm before any rain starts, although the chart does say a 10% chance 2, 4 and 5pm. On reflection, the weather warning is obviously for tomorrow when torrential rain may fall for a lot of the day. To make it all more unpleasant the temperature may only reach 10° C in the afternoon, and much of the day will be just 9° C.

  There were some good and less good reasons why yesterday was not a good day. It was a day when any enthusiasm evaporated before the morning was over. That left a day that was mildly miserable, and nothing happened to lift the gloom and negative feelings.

  Skipping over the usual morning routine, and picking up after I finished writing, I did feel a bit enthusiastic. At least enough to have a electric shave shave, and a shower. I is possible a lot of my enthusiasm leaked away while waiting the for afternoon. I waited until it was just after midday when I went to the pharmacy to collect my latest prescription of the next dose, and higher dose of Mounjaro.

  Apparently it was being delivered from Chelmsford, and so it would not be there to midday, and I was advised to try again after 4pm. I said I would wait until today in case traffic was heavy on the Chelsford bypass (if such a road exists). I had a small spray of my forbidden GTN spray, and that made the walk feel almost comfortable. I thought I could get away with no coat, and so I didn't wear one. I'll admit it felt a bit cool, but not uncomfortable until I walked home again. Walking home empty handed made if feel even colder.

  Even after having a small spray of GTN I could feel my cold arms starting to get the sort of tightness that comes before angina pains. Unless the GTN spray ordered from the online pharmacy arrives it is going to be a bloody miserable winter because feeling cold really does bring on angina pains full strength, and it feels like I am seconds away from a full blown heart attack.

  No new Mounjaro, and walking home feeling cold set me up for a miserable sort of day, although the level of misery was up and down through the day. I am feeling quite peeved even today that I have heard nothing from the online pharmacy. As I think I wrote yesterday, I have checked and they have debited the payment from my credit card, and that suggests the order has been approved.

  It is possible I made a spelling mistake when submitting my email address, but I am pretty sure I put down my phone number digits correctly. I am also pretty sure I wrote my address correctly. I think my address is used/checked when they make a debit from my credit card. I have a feeling that my order will be delivered by Royal Mail, and I am counting on it arriving by my usual Postman sooner or later.

  When I got back from the pharmacy I felt a strong desire for some lunch. I considered hot soup, but decided to make things simpler and I had corned beef with horseradish sauce on rice crackers. It felt like the sort of thing I would have when I am successfully dieting. After that I laid down on my bed to read and snooze. I think I had a snooze, but I find I am not sure about it this morning.

  The grey light filtering through the windows did nothing to raise my spirits, but did wonders to lower my spirits. I can't remember when it was when I saw a message/posting that Michael put on a famous/infamous social media web site. It basically said he was in extremely low spirits, and thought about "giving up". That was very depressing because while I try to help, there is in reality nothing I can do for him. Caring for his wife while she suffers from severe dementia in a care home (who you would have thought should care for basic needs) is taking Michael to the end of his tether.

  Other reasons for me to feel a bit depressed include taking my latest dose of Mounjaro. It was my fourth proper injection, and actually the fifth because I completely messed up the dose the first time, and only had a tint dose. Yesterday was the fifth time I had injected myself, and this time it did sting a bit. It may have only been a light pin prick, but it just felt annoying after the first five had been so painless that I was hardly aware of them.

  Of course there was one good thing yesterday, and that was the delivery of my latest beer order. It arrived a little later than the middle of the estimated time, but that was forgiveable. It was a good idea that it came in two boxes instead of one big one. It made carrying them easier because I did not have to spread my arms so wide. One curious, but ultimately meaningless thing was that they had used torn up bit of cardboard to stuff any gaps to stop things rattling around in the box which was only of cans. The box that had some bottles in had a cardboard device to hold the bottles steady.
  I flattened out all the bits of scrap cardboard to make disposal easier, and in doing so I discovred some printing on them that could be laid out to form a weird message. The first one I saw said "We Believe in", "Humans". Another said "We are All", but I didn't get anything that would follow on logically from that, and so I laid them on my dining room table with the silouhette of a man next, and then a heart symbol underneath. I must admit that I am curious as to what else was written on the box, or pallet these scraps of cardboard came from. I strongly suspect it was something to do with beer. When I see Jodie on Thursday I will ask if she has ever seen anything like it.

  I think I felt moderately happy when I realised it was getting close to dinner time, and very close to the time to put my dinner in the microwave to cook. There are things you have to eat rather than waste them, and by a happy coincidence I had something in the fridge that didn't seem to be particularly unhealthy even if it was also not particularly healthy. Maybe it was actually not to bad.
  I must admit I was a little surprised to see the use by date was two days earlier than when I ate it because it was only a few days earlier that I had bought it from Aldi on the 17th. It tasted fine to me. In fact it was rather nice, although I think I could only describe it as slightly warm rather than hot, and I definitely didn't find any sliced green chilli in the rice. I can see myself buying another of these some day. I followed the curry with vanilla ice cream - which seemed like a good idea if the curry had been truly hot. I note that on the till roll it suggests there is a mild and a hot version. I can only imagine the mild version is like chicken in plain gravy.

  Last night was yet another night when the only sane entertainment (for a very loose definition of entertainment), was to watch, until glassy eyed, TV until 11pm last night. Staying up that later has become a bad habit recently, but there could be a subconscious reason for it *. As far as I can remember, everything was just right to fall into quite a good sleep soon after getting to bed.

* On the 25th I should be going to a gig. For maybe one night only (although I have some doubts about that) The Life Of Brian band reforms with Angela's daughter Miranda on vocals, and maybe the occasion but of acoustic guitar, and Brian Bath from the original Kate Bush band on lad guitar, Paul on drums and Dave on bass. It is happening in part as as part of Angela's birthday celebrations, but maybe that is a good excuse to get back on stage again after a long period of resting.

  This gig will probably finish at around 11pm, and so staying up watching TV to 11pm will make it a bit easier on me. The downside, and it is a huge on, is that the gig is in The Bricklayers Arms in Beckenham, and it is an tiny pub. I know that so many people will be wanting to be there that it is going to be rammed fuller than a rush hour train. I do not like that sort of crush, and it will make photography a real bitch of a job. Like being shanghaied to take Angela's wedding photos, I am pretty sure I am wanted there to get some good snaps of the band in action. I just hope I can find the patience to be there. In some ways it would be easier to leave my camera at home, but that would defeat the object of it.

  It was probably a good thing that I had to get up a couple of times to go for a pee. I usually get up a couple of times, but there was more of an emphasis of "had to". Overall I must have slept well because my brain originally thought I should get up at almost 5am on the dot. I managed to get back to sleep after going for a pee, but I think I only slept for another hour or so.

  After getting up for real this time, I went to the toilet once for a pee, and maybe 20 minutes later for a pee and a poo. When I then got on the scales I was slightly pleased. It seems I had put on some weight, but only a mere 100gm. It would not have needed more than a trickle of pee to change that into a loss of 100gm. Considering I was not in a good enough mood to try and diet properly, I think I did well enough. One day, maybe even once I had started my next, higher dose, of Mounjaro, it will help me lose weight as it is supposed to (although I am beginning to think it does no such thing).

  Once again, the thing that Mounjaro does excel at is keeping my blood glucose better managed.  This morning the Contour blood glucose meter read 6.8mmol/l, and that is very good. The GlucoRX meter read slightly better at 6.6mmol/l. The GlucoFix meter read 6.9mmol/l - a little higher, but still very good. I have had 9 daily averages higher than this so far this month.

  There are three things that I hope to do more or less together today. The main thing is going for my usual Wednesday lunchtime drink in the Jolly Farmers pub. I hope I will be able to collect my new Mounjaro proscription on the way to the pub - which means attempting to walk all the way without the benefit of GTN spray. I will carry the spray with me in case I feel I really need it, but I am hoping that walking a bit slower, and taking short breaks every 5 to 10 minutes will get me to the pub in fair condition.

  I think I will get the train back from Ladywell to Catford Bridge. I haven't done that for ages, and I can use the valid excuse I want to get more train pictures. Once back in Catford I will call into the little supermarket on Catford Bridge to buy some more exotic instant noodles, and most probably other stuff too. Maybe even beers or soft drinks....or both!

 Late update: Just before I was going to upload this I went to the toilet, and that included another poo. Poo always seems to affect my weight less than it looks like it should, but maybe it might have been just enough to change my 100gm weight gain to a 20gm weight loss (optimistic thinking at it's best !!).