I think this morning started a degree or two less than the 8° C shown on the forecast. As I write this I think it has warmed up to 10° C - still a degree short of the forecast. It is lovely and sunny now, and it should remain so all day long. There is still a chance we will see 16° C this afternoon. Tomorrow could be almost identical to today, but we could see 17° C in the afternoon. Tomorrow night may be a little cooler as we start to lose the lovely weather. The day after tomorrow may be reasonable, but it currently looks like a long string of days that take us back to February weather.

  Yesterday was a mostly good day, but less productive than I hoped for, and there were some negative things during the day. Overall I guess I probably enjoyed most of the day to some extent. Yesterday was the day that Angela went to see the oncologist to get the results of her PET scan, and to find if her cancer treatment had worked.

  My morning was no different to most mornings these days, except for taking a few minutes to send Angela all my best wishes for an all clear from the oncologist, before I started writing yesterday's piece. I then had the usual rest followed by a shower and putting some laundry in to soak. I then dressed and got ready to go out on a double "adventure". The first part was to go to the pharmacy.

  It does seem that taking leftover Clopidogrel tablets is beneficial. I seemed to walk to the pharmacy almost as fast as I used to, and did it with minimal discomfort, although I will admit that I could feel myself getting a bit close to the edge. I think I will take Clopidogrel for a few more days, and then stop again. I will then have a full box of 28 tablets to use when it seems like I need them. I will tell the cardiologist about my experiences of them when I see him in October after over a years wait for to see him.

  The good news is that the pharmacy had my two drugs, Aspirin and Isorbide Mononitrate, back in stock, and my repeat prescription was completed for this 56 day period. After the pharmacy I went around the corner to Aldi to buy more provisions - mostly stuff that will keep for a long time in the fridge of freezer, or it was stuff in a sealed bottle, jar or can. There were a few exceptions to that idea.

  Top of my shopping list was Diet Coke. When I was shopping in Tesco a few days ago, I didn't buy my normal Diet Cokes because I saw they had bottles of Lime flavour Coke Zero, and so I bought a couple of those out of curiosity. I very muck liked the Lime flavour Diet Coke, but I've never been keen on Coke Zero. I found the Lime Coke Zero was fairly nice, but maybe only when very chilled. It is not so nice at room temperature.

  One thing I bought that was not suitable for long storage was a couple more the the chicken tikka flavour samosas. They are not very healthy eating, but they are really delicious. I just had to get more of them. One impulse buy was a packet of crisps that were probably supposed to be Marmite flavour, but were merely described as Yeasty flavour. I did indulge in one single 25gm pack, and found them quite pleasant, but not wonderful.

  I am nearly forgetting one other thing I bought. I ought to remember because I had them for breakfast, and the empty pots are sitting next to me. I saw Ko-Lee branded "Go" noodles that come in a wide and squat carton.  They had two flavours and I bought two pots of each flavour. This morning I had "Hot And Spicy" flavour, and I did not think much of it. The roast chicken flavour was nicer, although it has quite a lingering pungent smell. I will eat the other two, or the same two flavours, but I don't think I will buy any more of these.

  The walk back home, carrying quite a load (I also bought a 12 pack of 330ml cans of peach flavour Diet Coke, and a 4 pack of Spanish lager), was pretty good. The load slowed me a little, but not too much, and I reached home before I began to feel more than hints of incoming pains. Once indoors I put all my shopping away, and then got stuff out of the fridge to make some lunch.

  Having lunch effectively put a stop to going out again, but by then, the lack of sunshine because of the covering of thin cloud also stopped any desire to go out again. Maybe some of this was a self fulfilling prophecy - I didn't feel I would be wanting to go out again after doing two important trips in the morning - with the shopping part being the significant thing. That was also the reason for putting some laundry into soak. It needed to be done, but if I really thought I would be out frolicking in the sunshine I would not have started that laundry.

  My lunch was quite big, and yet it wasn't. I investigated the Pannini rolls I had bought from Tesco, and they turned out to be very similar to a long and thin Ciabatta roll - all bubbles and not a great amount of dough. They looked big, but were as light as a feather. I filled one with beef, horseradish, and babyleaf salad leaves. The other I filled with smoked ham and some mustard pickle. Both were nice, although I think the beef was the better of the two.

  They were definitely quite light, and yet just filling enough to make me want to lie down and rest, and snooze for a while. Of course the other reason for not wanting to do a lot more after going out to the pharmacy and Aldi, was that I had had a terrible sleep the night before, and was probably running at least a 3 hour, and maybe more like 4 hour sleep deficit. On the surface I didn't feel so bad, but deeper down it was affecting my moods and stuff.

  The one thing I should have finished in the afternoon was the laundry I had left in soak. It was gone 4pm, and maybe later when I got back to it. I got as far as the three rinses, and then sort of gave up. I think what was probably tiredness was disguised as boredom, but I suppose it could actually have been both. This morning it is all still waiting for me. All I have to do is wring out the last rinse water, and then do the fabric conditioner, and I can hang it all up to dry. If I do it early enough I might even hang it on the washing line.

  At some time in the late afternoon I had a light snack. It was something I seem to have forgotten plus a single 25gm bag of the Aldi's own brand "Yeasty flavour" crisps. Fortunately it is easy to remember my dinner, which I ate while watching the BBC 6 O'clock news. It was a liver, bacon, and mash ready meal. Past experience is that they are sort of nice-ish, but a poor substitute compared to what mum used to make so many years ago. Of course the big difference is that the liver and bacon would be freshly fried in those days. I found that a generous sprinkle of salt improved it - particularly the very bland mashed potato.

  During the rest of the evening I watched more TV, and which ended on a treat - an episode of The Prisoner. I don't think I was ever a fanatic of the series, but it was all very weird in a good way. I lost track of time, but I think it ended at 9pm, and I went straight to bed after. I read for a while, but it wasn't long before I put the book down, turned out the light, and was soon fast asleep. It was another night (and also some of the evening) where I used the thermostat on the heater to keep my power consumption lower.

  One mistake was that during the night I thought I felt a bit warm, and I turned the thermostat back a a bit more. The next time I woke up I felt rather chilly despite the temperature being only a couple of degrees lower. The only bad bit of my sleep was around 2am. I had woken up to go for a pee, and it seemed like I would never get back to sleep again. That bit of insomnia probably lasted no more than 20 minutes even if its seemed longer at the time.

  I know I had quite a few dreams last night, but only one left some sort of memory behind. I dreamed I was back at work in the workshop where I mostly used to repair TVs. There were various characters in the dream that seemed to do no more than pad the scenes out. Only one character, the senior engineer had any real input to the dream, and then only as a sort of comedy character. In real life he was often quite funny in some ways.

  My dream seemed to centre around repairing an almost vintage valve radio. Despite being a radio, bits of it seemed to have stuff more familiar in TVs. The reported fault was bad audio. I started with a simple examination of teh set, and noticed some poor soldering which I tidied up before turning it on. The sound did sound a bit rattly, and I concluded it was one of the two speakers in it (despite it being a mono radio). A closer look revealed that the speaker cone had split, and it was where the thin wires ton the voice cold were connected. The chances of finding a replacement speaker for such an old radio were slim, and so I resorted to using nail polish as a glue to hold it all together. That immediately made it sound just about perfect. I was not sure how long such a repair would last, but it was good enough to send back to the customer.

  I woke up just after 7am, and I was feeling rather hungry. That was quite interesting. I had had some decent pees in the night, and I had a fair pee after getting up, but the poo I thought I would have was just wind. Even so, it was all good enough that when I got on the scales I found I had lost a rather splendid, and perhaps unlikely 800gm. I am now roughly back where I was when I was aiming to drop a full kilogram, and to change the colour of the reading in my spreadsheet.  That could even happen by tomorrow morning, but I feel very pessimistic about the idea.

  My blood glucose readings don't get any colour coding because for ages, and before I started colour coding things, they were my typical average readings - not good and not bad. The Contour and GlucoRX meters both agreed on a reading of 8.4mmol/l. The Sinocare meter managed, on the first and only reading to just get in under the change to pink with a reading of 8.9mmol/l - OK but not really good.

  This morning my blood pressure is good, although my pulse rate is a tiny bit higher than usual. The pressure was 103/46, and that was on the first attempt with no real preparation. My pulse rate is usually around 51 to 53 beats per minute. This morning it was 55, and that tiny increase is probably of absolutely no significance at all. On top of the good, or better results, I think I had a great night's sleep. Therefore I should be raring to go this morning.

  I am not sure I am raring to go at the moment, and I think it is for a couple of actually rather silly reasons. One is that I feel constrained to do anything until I have finished yesterday's laundry. It should not take very long at all, but I feel no desire to do it, but I will, and that makes me feel sort of pissed off about it. The other thing that I want to do is to have some lunch, and there is no good reason for it. If I do eat I will feel far less inclined to go out.

  I have a very strong desire to go out in the sunshine, but I also have a strong idea that I won't enjoy it for some reason. I also can't decide if I want to force myself to go for as long a a walk as In think I can manage, or if I want to do some train photography on some non local line with all the same old trains. I think if I do the latter I might want to try and finally get some pictures of SouthWest Railways new class 701 trains that are now supposed to be in service. The only trouble there is that Waterloo and Clapham Junction seemed to be infested with jobsworths who don't seem to like photographers.

  One bit of mixed news came through this morning. I was getting a bit frustrated that it seemed Angela could not be bothered to tell me about her her appointment with the oncologist went. It suggested bad news, but I was hoping for any news, although of course good news was very much preferred. I finally got a message form Angela just before I started writing this morning. It was indeed bad news, but it still had an element of hope.

  One peculiar thing is that I seemed to be getting sympathetic pains from Angela yesterday. Out of the lue I had a sort throat that eased off around the time Angela was seeing the oncologist, but came back for a few hours afterwards. What I didn't get was any feelings of good news. I don't know how it can be possible, but many times I have been able to tell how Angela is feeling.

  The message she sent me this morning said that there was some doubt as to whether her cancer had been cured ny the radiation therapy she had. The oncologist thought that maybe what he could see on the PET scan might just be inflamation from the radiation therapy. She is now waiting for an appointment with an ENT (ear, nose and throat) surgeon for an opinion, and probably to have a biopsy for a more definite diagnosis. So the waiting continues. I hope Angela will keep me informed about her progress without being asked.