Yet again the forecast, and probably reality, show a day that could be more like a July or August day, and yet it is only May. Today will feature non stop sunshine, and the afternoon should reach 29° C. It will be another warm night, and tomorrow should start with full sunshine and a temperature of 18° C. Tomorrow afternoon could reach an amazing 31° C. The day after could be almost the same except the afternoon high could be 32° C !

  Yesterday had it's good points, but in the end it was a sort of disaster. On top of that it left a negative legacy for today.

  The good things about yesterday was that I had a shave, had a shower, and washed my hair. After that I went to Tesco, and that was also a good thing - including the walk there and back, and being fairly sensible about what I bought. When I got home I had lots of things to choose from for lunch, and while I can't remember exactly what I had, I think it was all semi safe.

  After lunch I had a lie down, to rest and read, and also I ended up having a snooze. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that when it felt like a snooze might be nice, I didn't fight it. There was probably only one other thing I did before dinner time approached. It was to attempt to log in to Facebook.

  I am having a lot of trouble with Facebook, and it is all because I log in from a private browsing session (using Chromium - the mostly de-Googled version of Google's Chrome web browser). The significant thing is that Facebook likes to delve through all the data that gets stored in a web browser unless it is deleted when you close the browser - something that only happens when closing it from private mode.

  It is almost indecent, and should be illegal, how Facebook reads your entire web browsing history, and cookies, going back as much as 6 months. They sell that data, mainly to advertisers, but others too, and the money they make goes towards the money they make showing adverts (usually based on what they think you like based on all the material they have prated from you past web browsing sessions), and which is used to make Mark Zuckerberg (the owner of Facebook) insanely rich, as well as run the servers and technical support that Facebook uses.

  I really should give up the Facebook addiction, but without it I would not know what my friends, and favourite pub bands are doing, plus I would have nowhere to share the pictures I take of those people and bands. By late yesterday afternoon I had not been able to log in to Facebook, and I was getting very pissed off. Mostly it was anger at how they were punishing me for starving them of data to sell.

  Last night it was my intention to go to the far side of Blackheath (almost as far as Charlton) to see The Life Of Brian Playing in The British Oak. As the time to go approached I had still not opened my bowels for over 24 hours. I was not particularly uncomfortable, and I was feeling no more than hints about it, but it still didn't feel like a good idea to go out like that. That problem, combined with my Facebook anger, convinced me to stay in and get pissed instead.

  I seemed to have drunk quite a lot of golden spiced rum, and despite it only being 35% alcohol (it was an Aldi special - lower alcohol to make it cheaper) it was still very tasty, and by the time I was finished for the night I guess I was drunk enough to have a mild hangover this morning, although there was an alternative reason why I didn't feel good this morning.

  I spent the evening watching TV, drinking the spiced rum, and also eating stuff I shouldn't eat. It is more simply described as "the munchies". I can't list all I ate, partly because I am not sure I can remember everything, and mostly because I would be confessing to stuff I don't feel like doing.

  It was very hot last night. Using a desk fan, blowing at me, was the only way I could get to sleep without drowning in my own sweat (made far worse by all I had eaten and drunk in the evening - which did include some spicy stuff). Eventually I fall asleep - laying naked on the top of the bed with the fan playing over my body. I woke several times for a pee. Most times I felt too hot until I was back in range of the fan, and then I would often feel too cool.

  I can remember fragments of two dreams last night. One was about cats. In the dream my old tortoiseshell cat was still alive. Next door had a similar cat, but it's fur seemed to have yellow dots in it as well. The two cats seemed to get on OK, and in the dream they were both in my house, and both wanting to climb over me to get to the best place for snooze - my bed ! I don't think I minded that they wanted to sleep on my bed with me.

  The other dream was far more vague. It was about a house nearby that had a large, possibly carnivorous plant. I, and a couple of friends, seemed to be students, and were supposed to have access to this carnivorous plant to study it. The trouble was every time we called at the house the owners would let us take a quick look, but always claimed to be going out, and we would have to call back at another time.

  This morning I woke up feeling almost terrible. I think I got too chilled in the night from letting fan blow air at me. Quite a few bits of me, including my chest and neck felt stiff and sore. I did go back to sleep again after I had had a pee, but before I got back onto my bed I turned the fan around so it was only blowing on my feet. I think I got an extra hour of sleep like that.

  Last night I took a couple of mild laxative tablets, but although I have heard some internal rumblings, I still have not had a poo this morning. Maybe it might be feeling like something could happen soon. Despite no poo, and thinking I had eaten far too much last night, it seems I have lost 200gm this morning. It could be dehydration, bit I was sipping at my drink through the night, and I have had more water this morning.

  The spiced rum probably has a fair sugar content, and I might have eaten stuff with more sugar in it. Despite all that, my blood glucose measurements were not too bad. Two were reasonable at 8.2 and 8.6mmol/l, but one meter decided it was a lot higher, and I checked it twice to see if it would change it's mind. It still insisted that the reading was 9.2mmol/l. On the basis that the danger line is 10.0mmol/l, 9.2mmol/l is still OK, but I still rate it as too high because it is too near that red line.

  Today sees a good chance to mess up another opportunity to diet. This afternoon should see a beer tasting session with Jodie. I may try and space the beers out with chilled water, or I might just enjoy the beers if we open some nice tasting beers - I am sure there are some in the fridges.