Until 4pm, today should be better than yesterday. Once again full sunshine and the afternoon temperature reaching a predicted 23° C. From 4pm there may be enough cloud to change the sunshine to just sunny spells, but it will only cool off a bit, ad like yesterday, midnight should still be 13° C. Tomorrow will see the return of rain, but not until the early evening. There should be sunny spells until about 4pm, and then at 5pm the rain may start. Unlike the BBC's prediction of several days ago, there seems to be no hints of any thunderstorms, although some of the rain may be heavy for a few hours.


This is a screenshot of part of the forecast for the weekend as forecast a couple of days ago. The BBC has revised it's forecast, but still says thunderstorms on Sunday.


  Yesterday was not a very exciting day, although we had some beer tasting in the late afternoon/early evening. After it got dark I could see a big bright moon, and maybe it was full, or perhaps it was still a day away from full, but whatever, I didn't bother to take any pictures of it.

  There is very little to say about yesterday morning. I had breakfast (one pack of instant noodles), wrote yesterday's diary entry, and then laid on my bed to read a few pages, and have a short snooze. I then had a shower.

  I had some lunch yesterday, but I can't seem to remember what it was. If it were not that I have a feeling I had the last pack of sandwiches I bought from Tesco the day before, I would have said that is what I had for lunch. After lunch I did the washing up, and that included washing and polishing the beer glasses. I gave the kitchen work surfaces a wipe over, and I also used some Dettol kitchen cleaning sheets to clean the dining table around the end where Jodie sits and makes a general mess.

  With all that done it was time to relax, or at least semi relax. I was still keeping an eye on the situation of the parcels of goodies I had ordered, and which were being shipped from China. Things were looking good, although not so good that I thought there was any hope of them being delivered yesterday, but at least they seemed to be on a plane heading to Heathrow Airport (I think).

  Nothing much happened until Jodie turned up for the beer session. She had brought me a spare copy of The Metro, and so I could read that while she was engrossed in reading stuff on her phone. I must admit it was good to read, rather than just see on the TV news, how our new King was doing a great job of subtly taking the piss out of Donald Trump during his visit to America. It was so subtle that Trump didn't even realise it !

  An hour or so later we were joined by Michael. The theme for his moaning was getting service on telephone calls. He did his usual complaint that every time he phones the council (where "every time" - once) he gets someone with such a thick foreign accent that he can't understand a word they say. He then compared that to a recent phone call to the Nationwide, and became very emotional as he related how the nice woman who answered his call could speak English, and took great trouble to not rush him, and even more amazing to him was that she suggested several places he could call to get help with his other (non banking) troubles.

  (I admit I should have broken that last sentence down into smaller sentences rather than just break it up with commas, but......)

  Most of the beers we had were fairly good lagers/pilsners. There was one that was not nice, and while I did finish mine, Jodie gave it to the kitchen sink to drink. It was pretty weird. It's initial taste seemed quite good, but as you swallowed it left a sort of sooty, dusty chimney taste (or so I imagined).

  Partly while we were drinking, and the initial preparation before we started, I was cooking my dinner. Jodie and Michael left about 7pm, a bit later than usual, and so I was doubly keen to try what I had cooked. It was a heap of mashed potato (I still can't translate uncooked potatoes into how much mash they will make), I added some raw white  onion to it once I had mashed it with added mint and real butter.

  I then turned out the mashed potato onto a foil lined baking tray (which I had used spray oil on), and then put my last 4 sausages on top. I covered the whole lot with more foil, and left it in the oven on high heat until the sausages were cooked. Doing so also crisped some of the mash, and part cooked the onion. The final finishing touch was to pour over a small can of reduced sugar baked beans after removing the foil covering. Some the beans ended up mildly roasted, but that just made the (alleged) tomato sauce thicker and tastier.

  I have to admit it did look like quite a huge serving, but I didn't need anything more, like a dessert, to feel like it was a complete meal. I have to admit that I found it very tasty. I seem to be making a lot of mashed potato recently, and it is very probable I may have mash with cheese and beans for dinner tonight.

  I really ought to get a rubber stamp made up to say "as usual I spent the evening watching the same old TV programmes - all repeats from maybe 5 years ago". I am unsure when I went to sleep last night. I know I only read a couple of pages from the paperback I am reading. Maybe it was 11pm, and possibly midnight. It all seems a blur. What I do know is that I had to get up in the night 2 or 3 times to do quite big pees. I started to think that I was peeing so much because I had completely lost control of my blood glucose.

  I can remember having at least two dreams last night, but I can only remember some of one of them. It was set in what could have been a school dinner hall, but we were all adults, and so it must have been a staff canteen. I seemed to be new there, and didn't know how it all worked. I was guided through procedure by a woman who was at the same time very helpful, but also sort of repellent. I somehow knew she was not liked by anyone there.

  Nevertheless, she sorted my out dinner ticket, and told me to look after them. She asked me what I wanted for my fist dinner, and I said I had not seen a menu, but apparently there wasn't one and the choices were very basic - basic vegetarian, basic meat and potatoes, and basic something or another. I opted for the basic meat and potatoes (plus some vegetables). I can't remember eating it, but it looked OK.

  I woke up a little earlier than some days, and I felt hungry. Obviously the first thing I did was to go to the toilet. Once again I had quite a big pee, but only passed some wind despite feeling like I needed a poo. That feeling remains even now, and I have a feeling it is real constipation today. Luckily I don't think I need to go out today, and indeed later on I hope I won't be able to go out while I wait for Evri to deliver my parcel(s) (from the back of her estate car - they don't seem to have more than the one van they show on their website).

  When I weighed myself the second time after an extra pee, I found that I had lost 300gm since yesterday morning. I found that quite remarkable after a big dinner, beer and some bad stuff I had eaten during the day. My blood glucose was not so good, but it wasn't as bad as a few days in the last week of April. It certainly wasn't high enough to cause lots of peeing. Even my blood pressure seems very good to me this morning. It is 112/53. Of course it is possible that is too low, but you can't please every doctor every day.

  Today I play the waiting game. Evri admit they have my parcel(s) at their local delivery depot, and once their driver has delivered her kids to school, and maybe done some shopping she will be out on the road. It seems I usually get deliveries from Evri mid to late afternoon, but I am not leaving here until my goodies are safely in my hands. I think I am safe to make a few more visit to the toilet this morning, and maybe even have a shower. After the shower I think I'll start some laundry soaking, and hopefully I will get that laundry all done before the day is over.