It was just 14° C at 8am this morning, but three hours later it is around 17° C thanks to a bright sunny morning. We are now losing the full sunshine, but sunny spells should continue until sunset. The afternoon should reach 21° C, and with the sunny spells that may feel quite nice. A clear night is forecast, and so the night will be chilly again. Sunny spells and some full sunshine should warm tomorrow up, and a high of 25° C is forecast - a brief return to summer !

  Yesterday was one of those days were so little of any importance happened that I find it hard to remember much about it. I'll try and remember a few things and write about whatever I can remember. Sometimes writing about it brings back more memories.

  One thing about yesterday was it was my last day before I had to start my 4 day low fibre diet. It is part of the stuff I have to do prior to my colonoscopy and gastroscopy. One thing that meant was trying to use up some fruit I had in the fridge. It is "advised" that I don't eat fruit until my "procedure" is over. I had three plums left in the fridge, and I decided to eat all of them.

  Those plums, combined with the salad with my chicken shish kebab, would have provided a huge amount of fibre, and of course I realising the benefits (it can be called a benefit) of all that fibre this morning. It was expected, and I made sure I had an extra 4 pack of toilet rolls when I was last shopping in Aldi. I still have two nectarines, and against all advice I may have them this evening.

  Food, or at least a lot of thinking about it, occupied my mind a lot yesterday. In theory I should now be on a diet of cheese on white bread sandwiches (or rolls), plus plain vanilla ice cream today. Other things are available with extra preparation, but I can't be bothered, and so those two things will be most of what I eat for the next 4 days.

  I guess I spent a fair bit of time just reading yesterday. For some reason I can't seem to recall having any snoozes, but I am sure I must have had at least one snooze. I think I have basically described my whole day up to the evening. The evening is easy to describe - it was the usual watching a few selected TV programmes before reading in bed for a while. I may have been asleep not long after 10pm, but that is only guesswork. I was not keeping track of time last night. I slept because I was feeling tired, and not because of what the clocks said.

  I seemed to sleep fairly well last night. I got up to pee at least once. I sort of remember a dream. It is more the case that I remember the setting of the dream, rather than any fine details. It was set at a workplace that seemed to be a mix of several places I worked at. The interesting bit, or the bit that would be interesting if only I could remember it properly, was two people who were there.

  The two people in the dream were to early middle age women, and I was listening to what they were saying - not exactly eavesdropping because they were making no attempt to keep their chat private. Basically it was of a sexual nature, and not the sort of thing we males often hear. It was quite erotic at times, but I will not attempt to describe it here because I would probably have to make up half of it to fill in gaps in my memory.

  I woke up twice this morning. The first seemed earlier than desired, although it was not really that early. I guess with today being a blank sheet in my diary (apart from noting about the low fibre diet), I had no reason to get up at all today. Of course there was no way I could stay in bed all day, and maybe an hour or two later I had to get up anyway. The plums and all the fibre in the salad with my shish kebab were working their magic.

  I think I have visited the toilet to have a poo three times this morning. It is a shame I didn't wait until I had done those three poos before weighing myself. I did that after the first poo, and I was not happy with what I saw. I seem to have put on 500gm since yesterday. Subsequent poos may have reduced that to 100 or 200gm gain.

  It is my blood glucose that is most bewildering. I always take three measurements with three different meters every morning. Usually two readings can be very close, or even equal, and the third not a lot different. This morning I got readings of 8.3mmol/l (not exactly good, but acceptable), 7.8mmol/l (just a smidgin short of very good), and 9.1mmol/l (not a disaster, but bad). How could blood from the same finger prick be so different on each meter ?

  At the moment I am not particularly worried about my weight, or my blood glucose - with one exception. On the day before my procedure (oral and anal rape with a long knobbly tube with a camera at the end) I have to fast for just over 24 hours. I will be monitoring my blood glucose to make sure it does not go too low. I have some glucose tablets to use if it does start to drop too low. They are permitted according to the instructions from the enterology department.

  It seems quite nice outside at the moment. It is possible, even if slightly unlikely, that I may go for a wander in the park this afternoon provided two provisos are met. One is obviously that my guts have calmed down. The plums still seem to be causing some hints of possible discomfort. The other proviso is one of those known unknowns. I think my new 5G phone is being delivered today, and I don't want to miss that. Hopefully Amazon may give some accurate advance warning of when to expect it.