Once again the BBC predict some thunderstorms today, but once again the Met Office forecast only predicts some light showers, albeit from a grey sky that will probably be grey all day long. It was an almost warm night, and this morning started at 11° C, and the temperature should rise to 15° C. That would feel fairly nice if it was sunny, and the way the forecast has been getting things wrong recently, I don't rule out seeing some sunshine this afternoon. Tomorrow may start with almost black clouds. but the rest of the day should be brighter, and there could even be several hours of full sunshine. It may only reach 14° C by late afternoon, but even that could be t-shirt weather if the wind is not too strong.

  Yesterday was another day when I could not raise any enthusiasm to do anything. It was really quite boring, and there wasn't even the excitement of any thunder and lightning - as the weather forecast predicted. With no distractions I part lost control of my eating.

  One thing about yesterday was that the (incorrect) weather forecast showed there was a window of opportunity before the first rain, and the thunder and lightning. After writing my 1,641 words yesterday, one of my shorter pieces recently, I had my usual rest, but I forced myself not to let it be too long so I could take a shower before going out shopping. I really needed to wash my hair as well, but I couldn't seem to find the time, energy, or enthusiasm for that yesterday (but I hope to wash my hair today).

  One thing the weather forecast did get right, and the only thing they consistently get right, was the temperature. I think it was just approaching 15° C when I went shopping in Tesco - the highlight of my day ! It seemed, and was warm, or maybe I should say, mild enough to go out with no coat, and no more than a t-shirt on my upper body.  I wore what I hoped might be a more comfortable pair of trainers for this outing.

  The trainers were indeed more comfortable in one respect, and in an important way, but were not completely comfortable. It meant I could walk a fraction faster towards Tesco, but while that being good in some respects, it also meant that by the time I reached Tesco I was just starting to get angina twinges. I think it was when I had walked slowly around half of Tesco before my chest felt right.

  I have to admit that this shopping trip was mostly about buying another 4 bottles (the most I can carry with other shopping) of Diet Coke. I was down to my last bottle at home. Of course I bought other stuff, and a fair bit of it too. One notable thing was some sliced sourdough brown bread, although I think it might have labelled as white. I hoped it would be sugar free like the Polish sourdough loaves I buy occasionally from the little supermarket on Catford Bridge, but I must admit I didn't study the information that may have been on the wrapper.

  After I finished my shopping I tried a fast walk back home. With a lot of heavy shopping I could not walk as fast as I should have been able, and besides which, all the effort just left me with growing chest pains when I reached home. If there is anything good about this continuing malady it is that I always seem to recover from it very quickly once I stop walking. I feel sure I was 100% free of pain by the time I had put the shopping away.

  I then made myself some lunch. It was a single, but very big sandwich. Those sourdough loaves seem to only be a little less than 3 inches high, but 8 or 9 inches long. Between two of those big slices I put some Italian salami type stuff (found on the reduced price shelf in Tesco), some cream cheese as a butter substitute on one slice of bread, and mayonnaise as a butter substitute on the other slice. It made a quite filling, and possibly quite unhealthy, sandwich, but I can't say it was very nice. It was certainly pleasant, but I had hoped for something outstandingly wonderful, but alas no !

  I did almost nothing, or at least nothing to distract me during the afternoon, and I did have a couple of light snacks because I kidded myself I felt hungry. The worst snack was a couple of Tesco own brand steak slices. Once again I found them of the reduced price shelf, but I don't really know how that excused me buying them because n reality they are pretty crappy - and while I couldn't be bothered to look, and maybe didn't want to look, I feel sure they are filled with all teh bad things for you except maybe steak. The closest to steak was a sort of brown lumpy sludge.

  I had those two steak slices at 4pm, and maybe closer to 5pm. At about 6pm I had a moment of clarity, and knew that those steak slices must have actually been my dinner. All I needed was a healthy(ish) dessert. I had a small pear, a small apple, and a large orange plus a lump of cheese to make the apple, which was not one of the nicer varieties, taste a bit better.

  I can't remember when it started, but I was settling down for the most interesting part of the day. It was the repeat of a documentary on Sky Arts (Freeview) about the impact on much of the world from when The Beatles became famous back in the 1960s. It was one of those documentaries that was interesting, but it did feel that sometimes they just wanted to squeeze in as much archive material as possible, and less would have made it just as informative, but easier to digest. It is perhaps a verdict on my whole day that the documentary was the highlight of my day !

  I didn't manage to watch that much of it, and none of a follow on programme also about The Beatles. The reason was that I got a phone, and it was from someone notorious for the length of their call. Without being slightly rude, and demanding to finish the call so I could go to bed, it could easily have carried on until my phone battery was dead in the small hours of this morning.

  I called time at midnight, but the call didn't end for maybe another 20 minutes. By then I was feeling very tired, and I was soon in bed and asleep, but I didn't stay asleep. Maybe an hour later I woke up with what could have been heartburn, but it didn't seem quite right for that, or it could have been angina. Once again it didn't seem quite right for that. It could have even been a heart attack, but I feel that was not the case. The blanket description was still "chest pains", and they did seem to be spreading like any of the worst reasons for chest pains.

  I took some antacid tablets and the pains seemed to reduce a lot and I went to bed. I woke up again another later and the pains were back. I now believe it was because I was sleeping uncovered, and I had allowed my bedroom to cool down lower than usual. It seems that it was all the scar tissue from my 2013 bypass operation that was complaining about the cold, and it was maybe not helped by pressure across my chest from sleeping on my side. The clue that this was the correct diagnosis was the way that on this second time a couple of Ibuprofen tablets was almost a perfect cure.

  I managed to sleep through to 8am this morning, but with breaks in my sleep to go for a pee, it doesn't feel like I had enough sleep. Incidently, I seemed not to pee as much, or maybe not even as frequently as most nights, and until a bit later I pondered the idea that my blood glucose readings might be a bit lower. I also hoped that I might have lost a bit of weight - mostly on the basis of realising I had eaten enough before dinner time, and my official dinner was just three fruits and a bit of cheese. At this point I should be recounting a dream. I know I had it, and I seem to think it was quite enjoyable, but every single memory of it seems to have evaporated away now.

  When I finally got up I went to the toilet, as part of my usual routine - often dictated by feeling uncomfortable - and had a pee. It felt like (and still does) that I should have had a poo, but nothing has happened yet. That did not help matters when I got on the scales. Until then I had a fair belief that at the worst I may not have lost a single ounce of weight. I was rather dismayed that I had apparently put on a full 800gm (about 3/4 of a stone in old money).

  I was then worried what my blood glucose level would be like. It turned out to be fairly typical for days when I have done no exercise. The Contour meter gave the worst reading of 8.7mmol/l. That is safe, but higher than I would like. The GlucoRX meter read 8.4mmol/l, and that is pretty fair, and at least just under my old target of 8.5mmol/l. The big surprise was the Sinocare meter. Instead of giving the highest reading, as it so often does, it gave the lowest. It read 8.2mmol/l, and for my current average that was pretty good (although once again it would be better if it, and all the other two readings were in the sevens).

  Today should be good, bad and indifferent. I want to wash my hair and have a shower (ideally) before the afternoon. Until then, and even after that, provided it is not too late, I can be, and intend to be as lazy as can be. Before mid afternoon I will have a lunch of another sandwich made from another couple of slices of the Sourdough bread I bought. I will fill it with either beef or ham, but other things are possible. From approximately mid afternoon (typically between 3:30 and 4pm) Jodie should be over for another beer tasting session.

  I am looking forward to some nice exotic beers, and while I don't actually intend it, I will doubtlessly end up drunk enough to give me a raging hunger. I will try and have a single "calorie controlled" ready meal, but results could be variable.... I look forward to a proper sleep tonight, and wake up pooing like my life depends on it. I do feel constipated again this morning, but it is not bad enough to be uncomfortable. I suspect that I will do my first poo around midday - it happens a lot around then, and that is annoyingly late on days when I want to get out earlier to do something, anything, even a walk around the park.