The forecast says only sunny spells at the start of this morning, but it seems more like full sunshine to me. full sunshine is forecast for most of the day, and this afternoon we could see a very nice 28° C. Tonight may be a little fresher than last night, but with a sunny start, tomorrow will soon warm up. After relentless sunshine we could see 30° C tomorrow afternoon. It seems summer has started in May. Monday may reach 31° C. Next weekend could see the return of rain, but the afternoon could still see 25° C.

  Yesterday was not a very active day. I didn't really do anything I thought I might do, but I still enjoyed the very warm weather. So warm that it was time to get out my desktop fan, and set it spinning to keep me a bit more comfortable.
  It was one of those days when I spent more time imagining what I might do, and maybe where I might go, than actually doing anything yesterday. I never went to Tesco as intended, and I didn't go out for a walk in the hot sunshine. I imagined I might walk to the top of Blythe Hill, and take some pictures from that high point, looking over the middle of London.

   The trouble was that I was not feeling that good. I seemed to be a bit stiff, and a bit achey. The real killer (and maybe it could have been) was some chest pain. I think there is a good chance it was the old trouble with my ribs and old scar tissue rather than my heart. Hot sunshine could have been the cure for that, but I just could not be prepared to go through the process of loosening up my muscles and ligaments etc.

  I thought I had tried to eat fairly carefully yesterday, but my heath readings this morning suggest the opposite. I am fairly sure that my breakfast was a single packet of tomato flavour instant noodles that I "jazzed up" with a beef stock cube. That did make them taste less bland, but maybe a little more salty that was good. I can't recall what my lunch was. I am sure I did have a lunch, and I think it may have included ice cream, but the rest of it seems to be a mystery now.

  There was one confounding thing yesterday that crimped my possibilities of going out. I was expecting a delivery. At first I didn't even know it was going to be definitely delivered yesterday, but the signs seemed right for it. A bit later I finally got an estimated delivery time of between 1.30pm and 3.30pm. It actually arrived at about 2.25pm. It was a box of 30 mixed flavour instant noodles from the Indomie brand.

  Unlike what seemed might be a box of mixed flavours from the Koka brand, which was just tomato flavour, the Indomie noodles did have three or four flavours - that is still seems a small sample of the flavours they do. In yesterday's box there was "Beef Rendang", "Mi Goreng" and "Chicken". It is possible there might have been "Chicken" and "Special Chicken".  There was a multi pack of 8 packs in the bottom of the box, and I have yet to extract it to see if it is something different.

  While waiting for the delivery I think I passed away the time laying on my bed reading. I did that quite a lot yesterday, and while I wasn't waiting for my delivery, either too early, or after it had arrived, I let myself snooze if that felt good. It is nice to have the freedom to snooze when I can, and yesterday, with strong, and warm sunshine coming through the window, onto my bed, is was doubly nice to lay their without a care in the world.

  I suppose I did have some cares in the world. I always had in mind that since stopping Mounjaro (although the last injection is still wearing off) I have to take extra care to manage my eating. I can't remember specific things, but I didn't do very well yesterday except when it came to dinner (or possibly the main course of it).

  The main course of my dinner was designed to be super healthy (maybe only in my imagination). It was basically chicken salad. I had a couple of tomatoes, quite a lot of "Little Gem" lettuce, a few bits of sliced onion, and some sliced bell pepper. The chicken was skinless and boneless breast that I grilled with some herbs and olive oil. Maybe the amount of mayo I squirted on it all was not so great, but basically it should have been a very safe meal by several criteria.

  Last night was a typical night of watching carefully selected TV programmes (nearly all repeats because modern stuff is quite crappy, but than again, much of the stuff on alongside the stuff I did watch would have been generally unwatchable. I think I watched both the whole of a repeat of QI and the whole of a repeat of Have I Got News For You (both originally broadcast as little as 4 years ago). I have some doubts about watching both because I do occasionally switch one off if one of the guest panellists is someone I find objectionable. It may have been the day before yesterday when I switched off during the introductions when I saw who one of the panellists was.

  Watching both meant I didn't go to bed until 11pm. Once in bed I read for maybe another half hour. It was rather late for me when I put the book down, and turned out the light. I have a vague feeling that if I said I fell asleep almost instantly I might be wrong, but I can't seem to dredge up any memories that suggest that is wrong.

  As far as I can recall, I slept well for much of the night, except for some periods of wakefulness as morning approached. I don't recall getting up to pee much, and I hoped that might have been a good sign. I definitely had a dream, and although I can't really remember the story around it, I do remember the science involved (or maybe pseudo science). I can't even remember the setting, apart from it being indoors.

  The dream concerned "indoor fire". Quite how I came to the concept is a mystery, but I do remember inventing the science around it. I am unsure how much of that science was done during dreaming, and how much, if any, was done during a period of wakefulness.

  The idea of "indoor fire" was that you could light it indoors, just laying on the floor, without burning the house down. It was made from some unknown (and possibly impossible) chemical. When lit it would give off hydrogen, and because that is lighter than air all the flames would go upwards (and hopefully not as high as the ceiling). The "magical" thing was that to sustain burning the chemical needed to break down, and for that it would need some energy input. That energy input was heat from below, rather than the burning top. It bends all the rules of physics and chemistry, but the bottom of the stuff would actually get cold, and so there was no chance of scorching the carpet. It was a fun dream to think up all these things.

  When I finally got up I went to the toilet, as per my daily routine, and I had a pee. I did not have a poo, and it didn't feel like I needed one. That could be the case considering I had pretty much emptied myself out the previous morning, and yet my scales said otherwise - quite strongly !  I will admit to taking a few small liberties yesterday, but I cannot explain how I could possibly have increased my weight by a whole kilogram. I am now a weight I haven't seen since the middle of last year. This is all wrong when I am supposed to be back on a diet that in the past has been far more effective than Mounjaro had ever been.

  Once again, the paradox is that my blood glucose is much improved this morning (although still a fair bit higher than I would like. The average of all three metres was 8.53mmol/l. Aside from the fact that I aim for a figure starting with a 7, 8.53mmol/l is just acceptable. It was actually made higher by just one of the meters insisting that the reading was a lot higher than the other two.

  My plans for today include the visit to Tesco that I had meant to do yesterday. The top item on my shopping list is a birthday card for Miranda. I am still hoping I'll see Miranda, and the rest of The Life Of Brian Band at The British Oak in Blackheath tonight. After more research I have concluded the simplest way to get there tonight, albeit where "simplest" = "least walking effort" is to get a bus to Greenwich, and change at the same bus stop, to the little bus that stops right outside the pub. To come home I expect I will be OK to walk down the barely perceivable hill to the bus stop where there are two direct buses back to Catford. I am going to take a chance that I can get some good pictures using my Canon 600D camera instead of lugging my considerably heavier Nikon camera (and heavy lens) to the gig. The Canon 600D has to be tried one day (actually since getting better lenses and a flash for it), and maybe tonight is going to be that time. It will still be an enjoyable gig even if most of the pictures I take are rubbish. Now I just hope I can force myself out my front door when the time comes.