I shot this short video through the back bedroom window. The rain hitting the window is very obvious, but the other thing it was supposed to show better was the strong wind ruffling all the garden plants, bending a thin tree, and making the cherry tree next door thrash about. Most of the tree is obscured, but you cans see some of it on the right of the screen.

  I was hoping there might be some information about the delivery of the last two parts of my recent Amazon order yesterday. The liquorice root I ordered is being sent by Royal Mail, and it says the only tracking they can give is when it is delivered - which is not exactly helpful. My second pair of trouser is confirmed despatched, and apparently is with the courier. It says the courier is Amazon, and I would have expected more information, but there is none. The estimated delivery day is either today or tomorrow. Such lack if information is very annoying.

  I wanted to try and make my dinner as light as possible. I could have done better, but a single corned beef in deli roll, plus a helping of instant noodles didn't seem like it should be that bad. The mint chocolate ice cream was living dangerously, but it was a Tesco own brand, and I expected it to have far less sugar that the terrible Walls ice cream has. I almost got away with it.

  There is nothing to say about the evening that I hadn't written a multitude of times before - i wasted the hours watching TV. I then read in bed for half an hour, or something like that - it all got a bit hazy as my eyes started to droop. I think I was possibly asleep soon after 10pm. I seemed to sleep well, and didn't get up to pee more than usual, and I think less than usual. I feel sure I had several dreams, and I am sure that one was exciting in some unknown fashion. I don't remember a thing about it apart from a feeling that I had enjoyed it a lot when I woke up.

  One dream I can remember enough to not describe the whole thing, but enough to patch some scraps together to give an overview of it. The dream was set at work - probably a sort of hybrid between two places I have worked at. For reasons that didn't seem to be mentioned in the dream, I had been away for work for a month or more. This was all planned in advance, and I had decided to lend my special tool kit (mostly for working on very delicate, and complex printed circuit boards) to a woman I worked with. I think she had only recently started, and didn't have the tools to practice the arts of delicate circuit board stuff (like soldering a surface mounted 250 pin microchip to the circuit board).

  When I returned to work I found she was not there, but somehow I learned that she had given my tools to the storeman to look after for me. The trouble was he was off sick. I knew where he would have put the tools, and I knew they would be in a big strong manilla envelope. That envelope was place in a rack full of similar envelopes. I knew the storeman would know exactly where he had put it, but I had to search through the many hundred on each shelf of the rack. I hadn't found my tools when I woke up.

  This morning the results of my attempt to eat carefully were revealed. I couldn't seem to do a poo before it was too late to record my weight. Even if I had I doubt that it would make more than a scratch in the 1.1kg I seemed to have put on since yesterday. It is interesting (sort of) that yesterday I seemed to have lost 1.3kgm, and this morning I had put 1.1kg back on. I am wondering if there was a measurement error somewhere.

  My blood glucose was improved despite having the Tesco branded mint chocolate ice cream. The average of all three reading was 8.57mmol/l, and while nothing to shout from the rooftops about, it was at least just about acceptable. It was also almost the lowest this month. I only got lower readings on three of the days since the start of this month.

  I still don't feel very wonderful this morning. I am still getting hints that all is not right with my heart, and possibly, and more worryingly, with my new heart valve. The symptoms are up and down, and I am deluding myself (probably) that I am past the worst, and things may be getting better. I have no intention of letting any doctors know because I am fed up with spending weeks in hospital. Of course if something dramatic happens I will seek help, but while it is just an occasional annoyance I will sit tight and hope for the best.

  Today I need a shower, and washing my hair would be nice too. I definitely feel smelly, and I would not like to offend Jodie and Michael, and anyone else who joins us for a Thursday afternoon beer tasting session. With beer in mind I realise one extra thing I should do before the drinking starts is to cook a sane dinner instead of drunken feast. I am thinking of roasted vegetables with some added slices or chunks of sweet potato. I may even garnish it with some grated cheese.