09:27 BST

  Yesterday morning was most definitely very wet, but the rain seemed to stop earlier than forecast, and from about midday there was a long dry spell that may have only been interrupted by a shower at 5pm (but I can;t confirm that actually happened). The afternoon temperature only reached 12° C, and that, according to the forecast, but possibly not reality, for one single hour at 4pm. After that the temperature started to fall, and we had a very chilly night.   I checked the weather when getting up for a pee several times in the very early morning. At 3am the temperature was close to 5° C, and it looked like it could even far enough for a frost, but at some unknown time the temperature rose by about half a degree. This morning is, as forecast for once, nice and bright and sunny. By midday it might only be sunny spells, but they are good too. It should stay dry all day long, and the maximum temperature may be just 12° C. Tomorrow may start with some drizzle, but they may quickly dry up to give sunny spells for the whole day. It will be an even colder day with the temperature only reaching 10° C. By midnight the temperature could be down to 6° C, but the forecasts says that will feel like just 4° C. Frosty mornings will soon be here !

  Yesterday was one of those days that had it's moments, but was mostly not that good. The afternoon beer session with Jodie and Michael was not bad, and maybe it was enjoyable. Perhaps I'll describe it better later on. I don't think the weather was my friend yesterday, and certainly not in the morning !

  I suppose most of yesterday was the usual routine, and I'll not bother to describe the now mundane aspects of it. The more serious aspect of it was my apparent health. I say apparent because all the things I can, and do measure every morning, blood glucose, blood pressure, etc, said I should have been in good health, but I still felt lousy. It may not have been until midday that I twigged it was all just an allergic reaction to cold and rain outside (of course I was dry and warm indoors).

  I should have known better because my mum, and a selection of elderly relatives would always complain about seizing up, and similar things at this time of year. It takes a long time to get acclimatised to the weather changing to autumn and winter. Sometime it take as long as next summer, but the worst is usually over in February or March. The trouble is that I am now one of those elderly relatives (although I have almost no idea who to).

  Apart from writing yesterday's piece, I did very little yesterday morning (and not much more in the afternoon). I did have a shower because I thought I would go out shopping, but when it came down to it I couldn't raise the enthusiasm to go out. It was not wasted because I would be having beer drinking visitors later in the afternoon. One stupid thing I did was to put a just-turning-smelly small bath towel in to soak after my shower (and used a nice fresh towel to dry myself). If only I had listened to myself I would have known that would be no chance that I would go back to that towel yesterday, and so this morning is another morning where I have to finish washing that towel before I can have a shower.

  My original intention was to get dressed to go out to get some shopping after my shower. I was even intending to go if it was still raining - if the rain was not too heavy ! I didn't go out, and it was all because of the weather, but not the rain, although indirectly, the rain was an important part as I now realise. I just felt I had no energy, and I felt "creaky". I was very sure it wasn't 'flu, but they way I felt was very similar to how a mild dose of 'flu leaves you feeling.

  I suspect that if I had pulled my socks up and forced myself to have gone out I would probably have felt good enough, and maybe even actually good. Fortunately it was not essential that I went out, although it would still have been useful. I have maybe a weeks worth of food in the freezer, and I could drink water or beer instead of my preferred  Diet Coke. With the sun shining as I write this, I anticipate I may be quite happy to go shopping today.....maybe.

  Instead of going out shopping I amused myself/passed the time doing other stuff. That other stuff included my usual lie down, but I can't seem to remember if I snoozed or not. I have a feeling I didn't, but that feeling has no conviction behind it. One great time waster was something I found on the internet (following a link in a comment of a news story from https://www.theregister.com/. I guess you would have to be a fan of Douglas Adams, and his writing - particularly The Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy. There are 100 pages of quotes that are mostly quietly funny if you know his writing well enough - https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4.Douglas_Adams?page=1

  Some time after midday I had to force myself to do the usual things for a Thursday boozing session. Mostly that meant doing the washing up, including the glasses left filled with water since last Sunday. I also gave the work surfaces a wipe down because I knew Jodie would want to customise her lunch by adding extra vegetables and stuff, and generally replace the old mess with a new mess.

  Once everything was ready I could resume relaxing, but that became mildly stressful when it started to seem like maybe Jodie was not coming. I think it was maybe 3:15pm, when Jodie would normally have arrived, that I decided to send her a message to ask if she was coming, or if I had forgotten something she had said about her going to somewhere else. I think that message arrived on her phone just as she was ringing my doorbell.

  There were a few beers I had ordered in my latest delivery that I thought would excite Jodie, but apparently not. One in particular hardly produced any reaction at all. It was, to my mind, a very rare beer because the bottle was inside a cardboard box. It was brewed in a brewery next to a vineyard and wine brewer and the two breweries influenced each other. The beer itself was 12%, and was very expensive (although I got it at an end of line discount).

  There were other beers that hardly produced a ripple of excitement. Maybe it was because they were all traditional types of mostly pilsners and lager, and quite a few were brewed for Germany's Octoberfest. Even Michael, who turned up almost an hour after Jodie, seemed underwhelmed by the beers on offer. As usual he brought some beers with him, but they tend to be cheap and cheerful supermarket lagers.

  It is a shame about many aspects of Michaels life. It seems he has got over whatever laid him so low earlier in the week, and that is a good thing. The main shame concerning our beer tasting session is Michael is trying to learn something about what he is drinking, but seems to fail to grasp even some first principles. If that is old age then I don't think I want to grow old (Michael is 8 years old than me - he is 78).

  As Michael tried to work out if her preferred Holstein Pils, or a nice rich German Oktoberfest beer, Jodie was absorbed ever scrolling through stuff on her phone, and I was feeling slightly bored. Being slightly bored is enough to make me want more beer, and I was rushing to open new beers before Jodie or Michael were ready. At the end of the session, I was, in my own imagination, as sober as a Judge. In reality I knew I was slightly inebriated, but not as much as to really distort my choices of food and quantity for dinner.

  Once Jodie and Michael, and Mark (did I mention Mark joined us for a single low alcohol beer about half an hour before the end ?) had gone home (or to another pub in the case of Jodie and Mark) I had my dinner. The main course was a small fish pie ready meal. It was sort of nice, but because it said it served one it seemed quite an small snack ! I also had a dessert of ice cream - the last of the tub of plain Vanilla ice cream that has lasted about a week (I think).

  It was too late to eat my dinner while watching the news, and I had to watch it while watching Star Trek: The New Generation. That was followed by Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. The latter was another super tedious episode about that bloody Bajoran religion and all their psycho prophets.  When that finished I tuned to the Dave channel to watch both QI and Have I Got News For You.

  I was in bed at just after 11pm, and I don't think I had any trouble getting to sleep once I made sure the heater was working, and the thermostat seemed to be set right to keep my bedroom warm even though it got very cold last night. I must admit that by about 3am, maybe a little later, the heater set on low (just 1Kw) was struggling and I was starting to feel a bit cool when waking up to go for a pee - something I seemed to do more than usual last night.

  I compensated for a later start by sleeping a bit later this morning, but even so, getting up at 6am still felt too early. I laid there thinking maybe an extra 10 minutes might be nice. Nothing seemed to happen, but the next thing I knew as that it was almost 8am. It would not have mattered in any way if I had slept until midday, but it seemed like I ought to get up at 8am anyway.

  I had two more fairly big pees before I weighed myself, but I didn't manage to have a poo until after I had eaten my breakfast, so weighing myself again would have pointless with that extra food inside me. After y second pee I found I had managed to lose 300gm. That is not a lot, but maybe very good after a beer session. It was also good in so much that I have had a tendency for me weight to go up since taking Mounjaro - the so called weight loss drug.

  All that peeing during the night strongly suggested that last night's ice cream, and maybe to a far lesser degree, the fish pie, had made my blood glucose rise a lot. Actually my blood glucose was not as low as hoped for, but it was still good even if not very good. The Contour meter read 6.7mmol/l. That is the sort of area I aim for now. The other two meters were less good, but still good enough. The GlucoRX meter read 7.0mmol/l - not that much higher than the Contour meter. The new, and sometimes kindest meter, the GlucoFix meter, read 7.8mmol/l. That is quite a spread of readings. The average of all three is 7.17mmol/l this morning, and that is one of the highest averages this month, but it is still fairly good It is actually lower than the averages at the end of all the previous months this year. It seems the Mounjaro is still doing what it does well.

  Today I may do two things, or I may do no things (I am talking about stuff other than mundane stuff that tends to get done on most days). The more I think about it, going shopping, one of the things I might do today, still doesn't seem essential. I will only know I have gone shopping when I come back with a bag full or purchases. At this very moment I am feeling a lie down might be preferable.

  I had better raise that to three things. The one I almost forgot (but walking into the bathroom would be an instant reminder), is to finish washing the bath towel left soaking overnight. I need to get that, and the big bucket it is in, out of the bathtub so I can have a shower, and it would be good to wash my hair too. Washing my hair and having a shower would be essential if my final possibility happens.

  I have a feeling the feeling itself will fade away, and I won't feel like going out to a gig tonight. I have been contemplating go to The Swan pub in West Wickham to watch and photograph a Chain gig tonight. It is a modestly easy pub to get to, and I have been meaning to try and keep my hand in at gig photography. For the last 6 months I just haven't found the enthusiasm to go to a gig, and now with the days getting shorter and shorter, and the weather getting worse and worse, I have a good reason to at least try and go out.

  If I do go out tonight, and I make no promises that I will, it would be very good practice for going out again tomorrow night. Tomorrow night is when half or more of the Bromley music scene will try and cram into the very small Bricklayers Arms in Beckenham to watch the first gig from the reformed Life Of Brian. It is even more important because it may be a one off - although if it goes down well, which it is bound to do, they may want to go out on the road again.

  The Life Of Brian features Angela's daughter Miranda, and that makes it more special. It also features Brian Bath who has mostly been spending his time reprising his original role as guitarist for Kate Bush with the KT Bush band - also featuring another one or two of Kate Bush's original backing band. The only sad thing about tomorrow's Life Of Brian band is that Angela says she may not make it. She is suffering bad after effects from radiation therapy she had earlier this year. She has been checked and it is not the return of the cancer she was treated for. I hope she can make it because she had been looking forward to this gig as much as I and many other have.

  I'm sure Angela will be fine if she manages to get out - a feeling I know all too well. As much as I really want to see the gig I will really have to grit my teeth to go there. The pub is so small, and the band play right in front of the path from the front door to the bar. It is a royal pain in the arse to get any good photos there because everyone is in everyone else's pockets, and that includes the band as well. At one of the last gigs I went to there I managed to tuck myself in between the PA speaker and the wall behind the door, and take pictures over the top of the speaker. I think I did manage to get a few decent shots like that, but it did feel like hard work, and of course only one viewpoint ws possible. I hope that if I get out tonight, and get a few good snaps it might enthuse men to go out tomorrow night as well. I will admit that it is possible I will go to neither gig, but I hope not.