The sky is mostly blue, and the sun is shining. It should stay shining, non stop, until sunset. It will push the afternoon temperature up to 29° C, and make for a very hot day.  Most of tomorrow will be dull, but the day should still see a probably very muggy 27° C.

  Yesterday was a good day, but I am not so sure it was a very good day, and some of it was not good at all. Possibly even very slightly bad, although that is mostly true for the evening, and that was particularly bad ! More about that unpleasantness later on, further down the page.

  I didn't need to wash my hair yesterday because I did that the previous evening. However I did have a shower. After that I did have time to go shopping in Savers, and later on just about manage the usual washing and polishing the beer glasses, and doing most (but not all) of a small backlog of washing up in the kitchen sink.

  I did get out to Savers, but I did not feel good when I got there. It seemed my heart was working harder than it should. I didn't go to Poundstretcher after Savers - partly because I seemed to have bought more than expected from Savers, and partly because my heart was not feeling good.

  I could have crammed a lot more into my rucksack, but somehow I managed to to part fill it with more than I expected. As well as small things like vitamins and stuff, I also had some big items like bottles of bleach, and also some deodorant spray. One of the sprays was described as "Vanilla Scent", and while it is almost a pleasant smell, it is a bit too powerful, rather effeminate, and doesn't seem to smell of vanilla. I can see that can lasting a long, long time !

  Once home again I could rest, and have some lunch. I think lunch was a ready made pasta salad followed by a moderately small portion of plain vanilla ice cream.  After lunch I had very little time to relax before the clock was saying that Jodie would soon be arriving for the Thursday beer tastings session. Michael said he didn't think he would be able to make it, but that is now a long standing joke. Like every time in the past when he couldn't join us, he was ringing my doorbell an hour or so later.

  The good thing, although it can't be described as wonderfully good, was that we could open a few of the new beers I had ordered, and had been delivered a few days earlier. I knew I had ordered a small selection of beers that I would hate, but Jodie would probably love. I can't recall if it was the first or second can that fell into that category. It was a very sour, fruit flavoured beer, and I hated it. Amazingly even Jodie thought that it was getting near her limit.

  I doubt we opened more than about 5 cans/bottles of beer I had bought, and maybe a couple that Michael had brought along. Of course each can or bottle was roughly divided into three servings. It makes trying to remember how much booze you have drunk almost impossible, but of course this only matters to doctors, and not to me. For me the simple question is "am I drunk, or still fairly sober ?". Last night I still felt sober.

  Evidently I was not sober because just before Jodie and Michael left I put my dinner in the oven. It was Aldi's German Frikkadelen. If I really was stone cold sober I would not have cooked and eaten the whole pack, but that is what I did. I also added a small tub of "steam in the tub" green vegetables - mostly broccoli and peas.

  I must admit I felt a bit stuffed after than dinner. I knew it was a bit excess, but I never imagined that much discomfort. It shared some feeling with the discomfort I felt when I walked to and from Savers. It was not long before I realised why I felt so stuffed. I had watched some TV, and then retired to read in bed. Maybe it was around 10 or 11pm when I started to feel like I might need a poo. That would turn out to be an understatement !

  Yesterday morning it felt like I probably ought to have a poo, but nothing was happening. It didn't really feel like anything would happen, and while that would have put me off travelling further, it felt safe to go to Savers. Last night was almost a re-enactment of when I had to take "Plen Vue" before the colonoscopy I didn't have because my blood pressure was far too high. Basically my bottom exploded. The end of is was just a little bit short of diarrhoea ! In one respect it felt good, but it left me feeling sore and shagged out.

  Once everything had settled down I was able to get to sleep, and I seemed to sleep well. It would have been nicer to sleep for an extra hour or two, but I was woken up by an incoming message at just gone 6am. That was some very bad timing by my friend Kevin who probably sent the message just before he was going to sleep after being awake all night. I need to re-read his message, but essentially it was a sort of apology that we haven't been able to meet up for months and months because of ill health - Kevin's initially, but I am not feeling so keen on days out at the moment.

  Despite all I excreted last night, I guess I had also eaten quite a lot too. My weight, which I expected to have gone down a lot (with most of it being flushed down the pan) was actually higher ! I seemed to have gained 300gm since yesterday morning. Later this morning I did have a fairly big poo - possibly last nights big dinner, and also quite a big pee. Had I not had breakfast (another ready made pasta "salad") I might have found I had come out even (although I doubt I did enough to convert the gain into a loss).

   Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the ice cream or mini chocolate bars, but my blood glucose is up a bit this morning. 8.8 and 8.1mmol/l are not too bad, but the third reading, 9.1mmol/l is too high (although I don't need to panic until it reaches 10.0mmol/l). The average of all three is 8.67mmol/l, and that is the third highest this month.

  This morning my blood pressure and stuff feels all wrong, and yet my blood pressure meter assures me it is actually very good. My blood pressure is 124/65, and my pulse rate is 68bpm. That pulse rate is the lowest morning reading so far this month (although it was also 68 on 5th June).

  This morning I did a part 2 of last night's bowel explosion, although maybe it should only be called part one and a third. It was not as bad as last night, but it has prolonged the mild discomfort in my bottom area. I hope that by this afternoon I will be feeling good. My one plan for today is to go to a gig tonight. The Life Of Brian are playing another gig in The Swan pub in West Wickham. They went down really well last time, and I am not surprised the pub called them back for another gig. I would mostly be going to see, and photograph* the band, but I expect/hope that Angela will be there too. I will only be going if I feel OK.

* Tonight, if I get there, will be the first time to test the new Sigma lens I bought for my Canon 600D camera. The camera itself is possibly as little as half the weight of my big Nikon, but with the big Sigma lens the picture quality should be as good.