Today will be cooler than yesterday - just 5° C is forecast. It seems quite grey now, almost as if the sun was still rising, and from late morning it may get an even darker grey. It should be just 3° C right now, but all my thermometers say it is already 5° C. Maybe today will be a bit warmer, although only in the range that is just plain cold. Tomorrow may be even colder. The afternoon high is currently forecast to be just 4° C, but there could be a fair few sunny spells, and even an hour or two of non stop sunshine.

  I could have gone for my lunchtime Guinness at The Jolly Farmers yesterday. Patricia didn't get here until about 6pm - much later than expected. It meant I had a quite relaxed, and maybe even relaxed day while waiting for her. To give her her due, she did keep me updated during the day.

  It was just before 9am when Patricia messaged me to say she was already at the station, and would be getting a train to Waterloo. I replied that I thought she would have to change trains at Exeter St Davies station, and she said that was the case. It was only after I looked into it a bit more that I realised what a long journey she was doing. It takes about an hour from Plymouth to Exeter St Davies station.

  It is then about 3 hours from there to Waterloo. That was an incredibly long journey, but it was very slightly shortened, maybe by little more than 10 minutes, because the train stopped at Clapham Junction. One thing Patricia had mentioned was that she could visit another friend, but thought she would be too tired to do so. However, that was based on travelling across London from Paddington, where most direct trains from Plymouth go to. I don't know where her friend lives, but it is near a Northern Line tube station.

  Patricia decided to visit her anyway, and maybe spent a couple of hours there before getting the tube to London Bridge. At London Bridge she made a very silly error. She should have been looking for trains to Hayes (Kent), which all stop at Catford Bridge, but for some reason she was looking for Catford Bridge as a destination. All she could see was a train going via Lewisham, and decided to get that. Had she waited just 4 minutes she could have got a train direct. The next train from Lewisham would have been a 25 or more minute wait, and so she got a 185 bus.

  During all the waiting I had to do I did basically nothing. There was some more cleaning I would have liked to have done, but I could not raise the enthusiasm. I passed a fair amount of time reading. One thing I did do was to have a have a nice lunch. It was the last two Tiger rolls with ham, mustard, mayonnaise and aromatic baby leaf salad in them. The were delicious. I don't think I ate anything more until dinner time.

  The original plan was that I was going to take Patricia to dinner at a local Indian restaurant, and so I wanted to leave room for that. Unfortunately that plan was based up Patricia getting here several hours earlier. By the time was had chatted, and caught up with stuff, and had a couple of big gin and tonics, it felt too late to go out (although many people would probably say that around 8pm was the ideal time).

  I consulted Patricia, and she was quite happy to stay in, and have a Tesco chicken tikka massala ready meal. She said it was really nice, and it did smell like it. As far as I could see, the main downside was that the onion bhaji was one tiny little ball, and looked rather unlike a freshly cooked onion bhaji from a restaurant. I didn't get to try any of it because it was an individual portion, and I only had the one. I took advantage of this by having another of my all fruit dinners.

  I guess we continued to chat until about 10pm, and then Patricia went to bed. I stayed up a bit longer looking at stuff on my computer, and then reading in bed for half an hour. Once I had put the book down, and turned out the light, I seem to think I fell asleep very quickly. I would say I almost slept well, but I think on a couple of occasions I may have only lasted about 90 minutes before getting up to pee, and on a few occasions I passed a lot more pee than usual.

  At 4am I had a period of insomnia, and I am no sure why. It may have been because I seemed to feel a bit too warm under the duvet, and had to experiment with leaving an arm or leg, or both outside the duvet. It felt like I was awake for hours, but the clock suggested it was probably less than half an hour. All I know is that it was not much later than 5am when I had to get up for a pee, and it seemed to be one of the larger ones.

  It was about 6.20am when I got up. Like the morning before, I had to pee, and I thought I was going to poo, but it turned out to be just gas. Like yesterday I suspect I will have a poo, and probably a large one again, shortly before midday. All that peeing was definitely good for one thing. The scales said I had lost 700gm since yesterday morning. The all fruit dinner probably helped with that as well.

  All that peeing could have indicated a high blood glucose level, but once again it didn't. The Contour meter read a very good 7.8mmol/l, and that is also what the GlucoRX meter read. The Sinocare meter gave an even better reading of 7.5mmol/l - spot on my current target. None of these readings were as good as the reading Patricia got using my Contour meter. For her it read 4.6mmol/l - a figure I am not sure I have ever seen among even the very best of my readings in the early days when it was all less of a struggle.
  As usual I gave Patricia breakfast in bed. I sneaked this picture of her after she had had her coffee and jaffa cakes - her usual breakfast when here, and I think she started it before she had even met me. Jaffa cakes were one of the delicacies she discovered after moving from Argentina to the UK. I'm sort of surprised they didn't have them in Argentina. In my last job we were in the same building as an importer of Argentinian foods and stuff, and his shelves were well stocked with all sorts of biscuits and the like, but while most of them were very sweet, none had orange flavoured jelly in them.

  This morning Patricia left just before 10am because she has to get to Stanstead Airport for a flight to Italy at 2pm. I am now on my own again, and could, if I wanted to do so, walk around half dressed - which I will do when I have a wash later on. If I have time I may go to Tesco for a few bits, but nothing is essential, and maybe I will do that tomorrow instead. I must remember not to be tempted to buy cake. It was fun having cake for a while, but now it is becoming a hindrance to my health.

  There are two definite things that should be definite. One is a beer drinking session with Jodie, and possibly Michael. The other is yet another Amazon delivery that is going to arrive a day earlier than expected. This could be annoying, but not so much today because I should be in drinking beer when the delivery arrives - unless the bugger arrives really late. I have little doubt the only information I will get is the usual "before 9pm". One or two deliveries have been as late as that, but 5 or 6pm seems more typical.