08:37 BST

  Until about 8pm, yesterday was a nice dry day, and there was even some warm sunshine. Curiously enough, the sunshine that seemed the warmest was when no sunshine was forecast, and when it was forecast I am no sure it the sun actually came out. 8pm was when the rain first started, and by 10pm it had gone from light rain to heavy rain. In the afternoon sunshine, with the sun on the back of my black leather jacket, it did feel very warm, but it was actually only 14° C.   There are two weather warnings for today. The first is about the heavy rain we have had this morning, although as I write this it seems to have stopped raining, but the horrible grey sky says it could start any minute now. The second weather warning is about strong winds between 8am and 11am. Gusts as high as 46mph are predicted. The temperature has now dropped to 9° C, which is a bit unusual, and sadly may only rise to 12° C for one single hour at 4pm. Tonight the temperature may drop to just 7° C quite just after midnight tonight, but tomorrow may start with full sunshine, and while it will never make it to warm, it should rise to 11° C by 1pm. Only three hours of light rain are forecast for tomorrow afternoon. It might be an almost OK sort of day..

  I think I could go as far as to say that yesterday was quite a good day, although I wouldn't go as far to say it was a really good day. It did involve one rather surprising good thing. It started getting good after I had had a shower, and had dressed to go out to the pub.

  I can't remember if it was before or after I wrote yesterday's piece.....err, of course I can. It was after because I didn't mention it in yesterday's writing. It was going online to see if there was any news about the order I had placed with the online pharmacy I thought I would try for the first time. I was getting highly suspicious that I had not received any notification that my order had even been accepted.

  I logged in and soon found details about my order. It had not only been accepted, but it had also been shipped a day or two ago. It had been shipped by Royal Mail (which I had a feeling it might be), and it gave a tracking number for my packet. I checked the Royal Mail tracking page, and almost much to my delight it was shown as out for delivery that morning. I correctly assumed it would be delivered by my usual postman.

  My postman usually arrives around midday, but sometime earlier and sometimes later. I think yesterday was one of the slightly later deliveries. I kept an eye on the road opposite, that I know he comes down. I was getting quite close to when I wanted to leave when I saw him almost at the end of the road opposite, and I went out to meet him to save what was probably only a minute or three.

  He had my packet, and I rush back home to open it up. Inside the packet was two packs of test strips for my latest blood glucose meter. There were also the two cans of GTN spray. Until then I was not sure if I would get those, but what I thought I had read somewhere, that GTN can be "prescribed" by a pharmcist, without consulting doctors, seems to have born fruit. I then felt free to have a small spray of GTN before I went out towards the pub, but not directly.

  My first port of call was my local pharmacy where I expected to only pick up my next strength up, Mounjaro - as prescribed by the nurse when I saw her on Monday. When I was served it was by the woman who always seems to be on the ball. She mentioned that there were two items missing when I collected my repeat prescription recently. One was a packet of test strips for my latest blood glucose meter.

  I suspect they were out of stock, and had to be ordered. Usually there is an IOU note to say I can get them later, but I didn't see any note. The other thing was GTN spray. I assumed that the Cardiologist had put something on my record that prevented the pharmacy from issuing GTN spray to me. That was the prime reason I tried the online pharmacy. That may be true in the future, but this time it may also have been that they had none in stock.

  I walked from the pharmacy to the pub feeling very happy that I now have three cans of GTN ready to use when I've used the last drips from my existing can (which I am guessing has at least a couple of sprays left in it). I was not only happy, but I was physically feeling OK.  I had rationed the amount of spray I had used before going out, and it was working fine all the way to the pub, and seemingly on the way home too.

  It was nice at the pub, although not one of the better visits. I think I stayed for three pints of Guinness before I left. I did not get a full test of the continuing effect of the GTN spray because I got the train back to Catford Bridge so I could get a bit of shopping. I seem to recall that the walk from the pub to 2/3rd of the way down the platform at Ladywell station seemed easier than expected.

  I have forgotten to say that while I didn't have any Angina pains walking to the pub, I was feeling the strain in other ways. Today's weather already seemed to be affecting my legs. They felt stiff and ached - as did my ankles. Maybe that slowed me up enough to stop any Angina or related problems, but I don't think it slowed me that much. My ankles and knees felt much better when walking to the station, and also walking home at the end.

  I particularly wanted to go to Catford Bridge to buy stuff from the little supermarket on the bridge. Top of my shopping list was a lot of packets of the sort or flavour of instant noodles that Tesco doesn't stock. I also bought some East European cheese, and some sausages. Maybe the worst thing was a medium large packet of lime and chilli flavour crisps. Although it was an expensive way to buy it, I also bought two 2l bottles of Diet Coke - something they don't often seem to have in stock.

  Carrying my shopping home can sometime feel a bit taxing, but I seemed to arrive home with some energy left, and the much earlier spray of GTN still seemed to be protecting me. Maybe my last shot of Mounjaro was also protecting me, but if it was it was the first time. Thanks to the fresh air and Guinness, I was feeling rather peckish when I got home. I started off with fairly safe cheese and rice crackers with some sliced pickled chillies.

  The cheese was a cows milk cheese, but it's name, style and origin were not easy to read, or even pronounce ! On reflection, it is only good as a novelty now and again. It is soft and rubbery, and has what I can only think of as a floury texture when chewing on it. With the rice crackers it did make a good snack. I did stop eating after than, but there was worse to come.

  While eating the cheese and crackers I started cooking the East European sausages. They were a spicy beef sausage (at least I think they were). I had all 4 as a rather big snack later. I needed a nice snooze after that, and by the time I had woken, and gathered my wits about me, it was almost 6pm and time for the 6pm news. That is also when I try to have my dinner (eating later sometimes cause me heartburn when I go to bed).

  After what I had already eating I wanted to keep dinner simple, and indeed it was simple even if it should have been completely unhealthy. The main course was a couple of scoops of plain vanilla ice cream, and that was followed, after a short pause, by scoffing all the medium big packet of chilli and lime crisps. It seemed a lot more satisfying then I expected. I have a suspicion it may have been the Mounjaro at work in a way I had never quite noticed before.

  Last night was another night when I surrendered to the TV until it was time for bed. One anomaly was that after Sky Mix had shown Star Trek:The Next Generation they should have shown an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, but for some unknown reason that started simulcasting "Portrait Artist Of The Year" as listed for Sky Arts. I suspect that someone got their wires crossed. I checked the Electronic Program Guide, and found an episode of The New Avengers to watch on "Great Action".

  It was not a good episode of The New Avengers, but most of that series was poor compared to the "old" Avengers. I think they thought they would get more international (most American) sales if they stopped the comedy aspects, and went all gung ho serious, but, oh well, it passed the time until it was time to tune to Dave for QI and Have I Got News For You.

  I went to bed at 11pm (which is becoming a bad habit). It was one of those nights where it felt like someone had flicked a switch. At first I was laying on my bed trying to get to sleep, but feeling like I might not fall asleep, and the next thing I new was that I was waking up needing to go for a pee. I seemed to wake up to pee as much as 3 or 4 times last night, and while it might not sound it, it was actually a good thing.

  I also woke up at least once to re-set the heater thermostat. Last night was colder than recently, and tonight promises to be even colder as we enter the fierce grip of autumn, or is it winter (I believe the clocks change from BST to GMT this coming weekend - another early sign of winter approaching).

  I think I woke up at 6am this morning. That was not as bad as 5am, but it still felt too early. After another moderately large pee I managed to get back to sleep, and I think I did actually get up at 7am, but that was partly Angela's fault. She sent me a voice that came through around 7am. I think she still feels more comfortable messaging me when her husband is asleep, in the bath, or whenever he is not there.

  She was replying to a message I sent her about my medical adventures recently, including ending up with good stocks of GTN spray. Some of the message was about her own health - which is not good. The previous time I hard from her she was heading to hospital, and said she would explain later. It seems she had a scare that her cancer had come back. Thankfully she was tested clear of that, but she is still suffering badly from collateral damage from her radiotherapy. She didn't/couldn't be more specific than she still has a very sore mouth. She didn't mention any toothache this time, but on an earlier message she had said that the radio therapy had caused damage to some tooth roots, and that was causing some discomfort. One of her worse fears at the moment is that she will feel too ill to get to her daughters gig this coming Saturday.

  Soon after getting up I went to the toilet again, and had another pee. It felt like I should have had a poo, but I seem to be constipated, although it doesn't really feel like classic constipation. There is no pressure, just a nagging feeling that something ought to happen......and yet there is one indication that may not be the case. For all that naught eating yesterday, I seem to have lost 400gm. That is enough to put me back from light green to dark green on my spreadsheet colour code. I am now very close to where I started when I had my first dose of Mounjaro, and put weight on instead of losing it ! Maybe the miracle has finally started working, but I won't be holing my breath.

  The Mounjaro is still proving it's worth for my blood glucose. It is not super low this morning, but the Contour blood glucoe meter read 6.6mmol/l, and that is very good. Both the GklucoRX and the GlucoFix meters read 6.3mmol/l, and that is even better. Maybe if I had been able to halve the amount of ice cream I had last night I might have managed another of those rare readings starting with a five, but no such luck this morning.

  Once I have finished this writing, and uploaded it to my web server, I will have my customary lie down, and maybe even have a snooze. I shall then have a shower, and if I can bring myself to do it in the cold bathroom, I will wash my hair too. After that I hope there is a lull in the rain (it actually looks like it has stopped as I write this), and I hope I will be able to get out to Tesco to do some shopping - unless I can't see any staffed checkouts open - in which case I may wait until tomorrow to go to Aldi instead.

  This afternoon should be a beer tasting session with Jodie and Michael. I hope we can somehow cheer Michael up a bit. He is going through a very negative time again. I would guess there is some new bad development with his demented wife in the very expensive care home. The saddest thing is that sometimes it seems Michael is going down the same path, and there are hints that he too is losing his marbles.