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  Yesterday was mostly dull, but the afternoon temperature did rise to 12° C. By 9pm, and still the same at midnight, and beyond, it had fallen to a very cool feeling 9° C.   This morning seemed brighter before I opened the curtains, but by then it was definitely dull outside. There could be sunny spells by 2pm, and maybe full sunshine for 6 and 7pm. It is currently 11° C, and so the forecast got that right, but it still seems dry, although I have to admit it looks like it could rain. If the sunny spells materialise this afternoon, then the afternoon temperature could briefly peak at 13° C at 3pm. From 8pm the temperature could be down to 9° C, and it will stay there until 5am tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning should see some sunshine, but only sunny spells after 10am. The afternoon temperature could still reach a fairly good 14° C. At 4pm tomorrow it could cloud over enough to give a single drop of rain, but the rest of the daylight hours should be dry with sunny spells (although much could change by then).

  Yesterday was actually a rather good day, but with a few bad bits as well. The really good, and some of the bad, was in the evening. For the first time this year I finally got to a gig I really wanted to see.

  With all the action supposed to be in the evening, even if that was by no means sure during the morning, I didn't want to rush to do anything. The only things of note in the morning, and the afternoon, was being very careful what I ate. My breakfast was normal, although it was one single instant noodles pack. My lunch was fairly small. It was a ready made salad and a single roll with corned beef in it. It seemed enough, and any possible hint of bloat had completely gone well before I wanted to go out.

  Going out meant I wanted to wash my hair and have a shower around mid afternoon. It couldn't be earlier even if I had wanted it to be earlier. I am unsure what time it actually was, but I know I was sitting on the toilet when I heard a buzzing sound. It sounded like, and indeed was a wasp. I could not work out where it was, but I felt very exposed sitting there with no shirt, and trousers at half mast.

  I managed to do what I was doing, and washed my hands before I found the wasp was between the window and shower curtain. It would make it's way to the top, beyond the top edge of the shower curtain, but get blocked by the window frame. It seems the brain in flying insects has not evolved the strategy of flying backwards an inch or two before trying to go higher, and finding the window was open by a couple of inches. If the wasp had managed that simple feat it would not have met it's match in a haze of wasp and fly killer.

  Having got myself clean, and blow dried my hair, it was mainly a matter of waiting before grabbing my big camera, and walking to the station. I aimed to get the 7.47pm train, but I got stuck on the toilet again. Not by a wasp this time, but by a little bit of poo that was irritating me, and refusing to come out. It did in the end, but by then I knew I would never get to the station in time.

  The next train was 8pm, but I thought it was 8.03pm. I finally made it out of the door, and it was not too bad because my then it was still light outside, and my brain hadn't started saying it must be almost bed time, and I should not go out - my downfall in all the winter months since my last outing to an evening gig. As I approached the station, in good time to get the 8.03pm train, I found I had made a major error. My train was actually at 8pm, and it was the Charing Cross train, heading in the wrong direction, that was the 8.03pm. I arrived at the station just in time to wave goodbye to the train I wanted. Fortunately it was only a 17 minute wait for the next train.

  Even carrying my heavy camera bag, the walk to the station didn't feel taxing...or at least not much. I still didn't fancy waling up the hill from West Wickham station to the pub, and so I did my usual of getting the train to Eden Park station, and then the 194 bus up to the pub. Sometime the train and the bus connect, and that was the case last night - just a few minutes wait for the bus. By then I knew I would miss the official start time of the gig, 8.30pm, but past experiences, multitudes of them, suggested the band would not actually start until closer to 9pm.

  When I arrived at the pub, as expected the band had not started. The first person I bumped into, almost literally, when I went in the pub was Angela. It was a joy to see her, and we had a very warm hug - which I thing she initiated seconds before I was going to. I then went to say hello to the band. I shook Brian Baths hand, and then to my delight, I got a hug from Miranda (Angela's daughter and lead singer). I don't think we have ever hugged before. It was a great start to a night out.

  It wasn't more than 5 or 10 minutes before the band started - just enough time to buy myself a pint of Guinness, and then I hovered around getting a few initial snaps on my camera. I then sat down next to Angela, and it was just like old times - old times before she was married ! It was quite a tactile evening, although obviously nothing too outrageous in a busy pub. There was several occasions of holding hands - which was nice.

  I was quite surprised, or maybe I wasn't, just how readily Angela embraced all my attention. We have been hoping to meet again for quite a time now, while we couldn't have a conversational therapy session because of the noise, I think I did a few things that improved how Angela felt, and made her feel more relaxed.

  During one brief lull in the music I asked how here aches and pains were - referring to the after effects of the radiation therapy around the site of where she had some cancer at that back of her throat. I guess it just seemed to be a slightly odd, but nice thing to gently stroke her neck and cheek with the back of a finger. I was not sure she would like it, but the reaction was like scratching a cat under it's chin. I think if she could, Angela would have started purring.

  Later on, and after another bit of holding hands, I put my arm around her, and sort of massaged her shoulder. That caught her unaware, and and she looked at what was happening to her shoulder, saw it was just me, and turned around to smile at me, and just relaxed.  I may not be her idea of what a husband should be, but I still think she would be happier with me than her husband (who wasn't there because he has recently had an operation on his hand).

  It is very unusual of me to stay to the end of a gig, or at least it was, but last night I stayed almost to the end of the second set. As I walked out the door I think I heard Miranda announce that it would be the bands last song. It was lucky I had kept an eye on the time and trains, because the train I got was the last train back to Catford Bridge. I don't like to get the very last train, and usually try and get the one before so there is a back up if that one is cancelled.

  I guess I did stay later than I might have, but I was hoping that Angela may have suggested getting a cab back to Catford together (as has happened several times in the past). I think her ride home was already arranged to be with Miranda and her husband. So, no cuddle in the back of a taxi. I guess it was a bit too much to hope for.

  The walk from the pub to the station is down hill, and is usually a fairly pleasant walk if the weather is mild like it almost was last night. What messed it up was my weak ankle problem. I was halfway to the station when walking got quite painful. I might have tried to walk too fast, and walking slower may have helped, but it could also have helped me miss my last train, and so I set off faster than I might have otherwise have done.

  I had a safe 5 to 10 minutes wait when I got to the station, and I was soon on my way back to Catford. The walk from the station to home was shorter and less taxing than the walk from pub to station. If I had not been the memory of the aches walking to West Wickham station, I may have done a fairly fast walk home, and possibly without too many aches. I felt reluctant to push myself too hard. It was very nice to get home again.

  One thing I was almost tempted to do was to go home via the fried chicken shop. That would only lengthen my walk by about 2 minutes (not counting the time spent in the shop), but I decided to be "good". When I got home I did feel peckish because it was maybe 8 or 9 hours since I had my last meal. I didn't have any special plans for food when I got home. I knew there was stuff I could have put in the microwave, but I opted for a (home constructed) corned beef with horseradish sauce deli roll, plus a chunk of cake to top it off.

  It was well past midnight when I had eaten my food, and I felt too tired to bother to even give the briefest check of the pictures I had taken. I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Unfortunately I seemed so tired that I didn't have the energy to get to sleep. To make matters worse I was feeling too excited. I can't be sure, but I think it was around 3am when I got to sleep. I managed to have a lie in this morning, but not nearly enough to make up for the 4 or 5 hours of missed sleep.

  I was a little surprised that even after seeming to eat less than usual yesterday, and getting a bit of walking exercise, I seemed to have put on 200gm since yesterday morning (although I do seem to be overdue a poo as I write this). My blood glucose measurements were better than yesterday, but the very late night meal, with the chunk a sweet cake, meant they were not as good as they could have been. The average of all three readings was 7.93mmol/l, and that is close enough to good, and lower than yesterday's slightly higher than desired 8.67mmol/l.

  My original plan for today was to go to The Jolly Farmers at lunchtime, and if I was going I should be leaving in about 40 minutes. I think after my super late night I don't fancy going out today. Not only that that, but I have a heap of photos of last night still on my camera that need copying to my PC for selection and editing. I think I am going to have a busy enough afternoon doing that. There is a teeny weeny possibility that I could go out again this evening. Chain are playing in a pub in Blackheath tonight. It is a simple bus ride to get there, but I don't know if I will have the energy for it, and the fact that I don't like the pub, means I doubt I will look for any energy. On the other hand, if I find I took any award winning photos of last night, that could be the unlikely inspiration to go and take more. I can't see that happening though.

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