The latest revision to the forecast does not show anything better than the gloom shown in the screenshot above. If anything it paints an even worse picture. From 4pm until 7pm or later, mist is forecast. It will be after sunset and so may not be relevant to my day, although if I dared to go out it could provide some good photo opportunities. It is possible the mist could be thick enough to be called fog near the river. Today should see the temperature briefly peak at 9° C. Tomorrow it will be several degrees cooler. The day will start wet, but the afternoon could be sunny.

  I had a lousy night's sleep the night before, and yesterday I didn't feel like rushing around, but I did feel like laying on my bed reading and snoozing. Oddly enough I never did seem to get a snooze, and I didn't even get a lie in because I had to take in two boxes of 24 bottles/can each at 8am. I think having to be so active at that time woke me up far more than I wanted. I find it odd that I never felt particularly tired during the day, or unfortunately when it came to bed time.

  The highlight of the day was the afternoon beer drinking session with Michael and Jodie. With 5 beer advent calendars, plus another arriving while we were drinking, we had a huge selection of beers to try, but we only got through about 6 or 7 cans, and each can was generally shared three ways (although Michael only wanted a small taster of some of 7% or more beers). I think I have sufficient beer supplies to keep us going through most of next January.


  Michael left us after a few hours, but Jodie stayed until a little after 6pm. She was planning to meet her new friend, Alan, at Clockhouse Station where they planned to continue drinking. It was a cold night, and by tradition (actually even in summer !) we finished with a couple of shorts.

  The first whisky I poured was not one of the nicer ones, although it does rather depend on your individual palette. There are some world renowned whiskies that I hate, and there are cheap whiskies, such as Tesco Special Reserve that I really like.

  Inside the cupboard, which can't be opened without moving a load of bottles, I found a whisky that Jodie liked, and I found a bottle of Fireball (as pictured on the left). Without it being outside, and easy to see, I had partly forgotten it was there. It is too hot for Jodie, but I love it. I poured myself 2 shots, and that was enough to send me over the edge. It didn't do a lot for my sugar consumption either - it is full of sugar.


  Of course the trouble with getting drunk is that it makes it far too easy to feel too hungry, and to lose control over what you (or I) eat. I had a nice safe dinner planned. I had cooked 4 well seasoned skinless/boneless chicken thighs, and the original idea was to have them with some thinly sliced red cabbage and red onion, kebab style. I couldn't wait to prepare the cabbage and onion, and so I heated up a small can of baked beans and had those with the chicken. Meanwhile, with a hot oven, and a stupid curiosity about some sausage and stuffing balls I had bought in Tesco, I put those sausage and stuffing balls in to cook while I ate the chicken.
 
  The worst was still not over. The sausage meat, or maybe it was the stuffing, was a bit onion-ey. That was OK while I was eating them, but it left that taste behind in my mouth. I may have been OK if I had brushed my teeth and tongue, but being drunk, I chose to have some very light crackerbread type things with cheese on them. I had at least 3 slices of it, and maybe it was 6 slices. It was so light that it just crumbled into dust and 99% of the texture was the cheese. Maybe I should have just eaten the cheese.

  Like the night before, after a poor sleep I should have been yawning to get to sleep early last night, but although I was yawning I just could not get to sleep. I seemed to feel very uncomfortable in bed. No matter which way I turned something would feel uncomfortable. For some strange reason it was often one or other elbow feeling very rheumatic or something. I did get to sleep a bit before midnight, but only slept for about an hour.

  After that I just couldn't get back to sleep. After thrashing around in my bed, trying different positions, and different amounts of being covered by the duvet, I gave up, and read some technical news on my PC. After an hour of that it felt like I must be very close to sleep, but it probably took nearly half an hour before I fell asleep. I didn't have any long periods of insomnia after that, but I did wake up maybe 3 times before I woke up at around 6.30am.

  Under other circumstances I would have probably gone to the toilet, and gone back to bed, but a nagging thought made me check to see if the final beer advent calendar was on it's way. It was, and it was due to be delivered sometime between 7.47 and 8.47  this morning. There was nothing for it but to get up enough to take in the delivery when it happened. It was actually at 7.50am !

  I had it in mind to go straight back to bed once the delivery had taken place, but I needed the toilet again. Then I wanted to do my usual early morning check on my blood glucose. This morning I knew it would be high even if it was just from the two shots of Fireball, but my extended dinner did it no good as well. This morning it was a very high 9.9mmol/l. Oh well, at least it was under the danger level of 10.0mmol/l.

  Since than I have had some breakfast (bacon with low sugar tomato sauce), and read more IT news from https://www.theregister.com/ - which I have quite a backlog of items to catch up on before today brings even more ! I don't know what I am going to do next. It will probably be very little. I think I'll turn the heating up a bit, and lay on my bed reading, and hopefully snoozing too. Later on I might find something constructive to do, but I can't think of anything offhand at this time.