07:37 BST

  Today sees the return of bright sunshine this morning, and maybe just sunny spells this afternoon. Once again the maximum temperature may only be  24° C. Tomorrow could start off very fresh, just 15° C, but full sunshine all day long will warm the day up to 26° C by the end of the afternoon. The day after tomorrow may see more rain, and probably much cooler temperatures, possibly as low as 21° C in the afternoon, but that forecast could change a lot in the next 48 hours.

  Yesterday brought mixed blessings. My day was still fairly good even though it was also bad. Not dripping everywhere was good, but not getting to the pub was bad. For some stupid reason I was looking forward to walking to the pub while dodging the rain, but I didn't even go out at all.

  Yesterday started off OK. It was dull while I was writing, but the cool feeling, plus the belief that it would only last a day or so, was a nice change. My good blood glucose readings were very nice, but the small weight gain, and not being able to poo was cause for some concern. Maybe the biggest concern was that the day before I had taken a laxative tablet because I don't think I "went" much on that day.

  I think it was after I finished writing, which was a bit earlier than usual, that I went to the toilet, and after a bit of a struggle I was no longer constipated. That also felt good, and made my day seem more optimistic, but I did feel like there was more to come, and maybe only 15 minutes later, perhaps 30 minutes, I went again. Again it was quite hard and slightly uncomfortable getting it started, but once started it was easy.

  So far so good. I got myself washed - both a shower and my hair washed - and after drying my hair I started getting dressed to go out. By this time it was getting close to when I would usually leave to walk through the park to the pub. I was a bit warm after my shower, and I left my t-shirt off as I allowed 10 minutes to cool off a bit. It got to when I should have left, but before I did I felt it prudent to go to the toilet.

  This time it was what I had expected from taking that laxative tablet - very easy to pass a surprising amount of poo. Even then it felt like I might need to pass more. To be safe I abandoned my plan to walk to the pub, and got back into indoor clothes. I had a lie down, and listened to my guts gurgling. It was not a pleasant sound. I am glad I stayed in because I did need to go twice more. The first was not terribly significant.

  After a while I had some lunch. It was a fairly light lunch, or at least it started that way. I had half a dozen fig and spelt sourdough crackers/crispbreads with cheese. Those crispbreads were exceedingly crisp, and I had to be careful not to cut the inside of my mouth too much on those shards. Maybe it was my extra low blood glucose results that lifted any guilt, and so I enjoyed some plain vanilla ice cream. As well as being very nice, it might have had a beneficial effect on me.

  After lunch I really didn't have much to do, or at least there was nothing that I wanted to do. I read for a while, and also contemplated the idea of taking a walk to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge to buy a few things. I am glad I didn't. I may have been safe if I had gone there a bit earlier, but at the time I might have gone a very unexpected thing happened. I was reading some stuff on my PC, and when I stood up I went from feeling nothing to feeling that I was not sure if I would make it to the toilet in time.

  I rushed to the toilet with my buttocks clenched, and half a second after sitting down I exploded. It was more liquid than solid - very, very unpleasant (possibly more unpleasant than the unpleasantness of reading about it !). I had gone from being completely bunged up in the morning, to the exact opposite over the course of maybe 8 hours. I have no idea what the laxative pill actually did - if indeed anything.

  Thankfully it was a one off, and I didn't have to go again for the rest of the day (and also so far today, but I think I must have been 100% empty after that final explosion). Many people reading all this (if indeed there are any at all) would be complaining "too much information", but I feel sure that if I had seen the non-schoolboy version of Samuel Pepys diary it would list all his bowel movements too.

  I had a simple, and yet probably not all that healthy dinner at 6pm. It was something I found on Tesco's reduced price shelf - a lattice chicken and bacon pie. It was quite nice, but would have been improved with some gravy, boiled potatoes and other vegetables. All I added was some chilli sauce.

  I ate while watching the 6 O'clock news. After the news I semi watched Star Trek: The New Generation, and then Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. There was nothing more I fancied watching, and like many recent nights I retired to bed with the book I am reading. I think it was probably before 10pm when I fell asleep. I feel sure I must have woken at least once before waking at 4am, but I have no recollection beyond a possible feeling that I might have got up for a pee before that.

  I am sure I guzzled lots of (initially) chilled water last night, and it does seem likely that I would have needed to pee more than once in the night. It was quite cool last night, and I am very sure I didn't sweat out any moisture. It was just before 4am when I had a most interesting dream. It combined medicine and curry !

  The first bit I remember was accompanying someone, possibly a friend, possibly a doctor to an establishment at the end of Thomas Lane in Catford. The building actually exists, and looks the same on the outside, but in the dream it was very different. The ground floor had a very small dining room, and a much bigger kitchen. It made and served, but mostly delivered Indian dishes. On the next floor it had an X-ray suite - all apparently owned by the same person as the restaurant.

  I was going there to get an X-ray of my right hand to see if there was an obvious reason why my little finger was oddly bent. Before that I had a look at the food on offer. It was because that they mostly dealt with deliveries, and very few people ate there, that they had a completely open kitchen. There was a chalk board of what they were currently cooking, and so I could order some very fresh cooking - and it was not just the standard fare of most Indian takeaways. I spoke to the chefs to get a better idea of what some of the unfamiliar stuff was.

  I became quite keen to get the X-ray over and done with because I was drooling over the food. We, that being me and whoever the person was who came with me, started going up the stairs, and sadly, at maybe half way up, the dream ended, and I never got to try my freshly ordered and cooked curry. After going for a pee, a semi big one, I seemed to fall asleep again quite easily, even though my bedroom was starting to feel slightly cool (although the thermometer said different).

  I think it was a bit before 6am when I woke up, and after spending 10 minutes trying to get back to sleep again, I got up. Habit made me go straight to the toilet, but there was no rush, and all I did was a medium sized pee (and no poo). That was a bit disappointing because when I got on the scales I found my weight was exactly the same as yesterday. I had been hoping I would have pee much more, and I would have seemed to lose a useful bit of weight, but apparently not.

  It would have been a great surprise if my blood glucose measurements were as low as yesterday. After indulging in Ice Cream yesterday I should have seen my blood glucose go up a lot (even the plainest vanilla has a lot of sugar in it), and so it was a surprise that my blood glucose readings were still pretty good. The best was the original Contour meter with a reading of 7.0mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read 7.3mmol/l, and the Contour Plus meter read 7.5mmol/l. These were all excellent readings, colour coded light green in my spreadsheet. If I had wiped away the blood, and squeezed out a fresh bead of blood for the Contour Plus meter it might have given the same reading at the older Contour meter, but all readings were low enough that I didn't need to grovel for lower readings.

  This afternoon should be a usual afternoon beer tastings session with Jodie and Michael. What might make it a little unusual is that today I am going to try and stay reasonably sober. Tomorrow I have my annual diabetic check up (which I, apparently) incorrectly thought I had on the 5th of June). It would be prudent to show up with the lowest of all possible readings that I can manage, and so getting drunk, and eating everything in the fridge would not be a good idea.

  Before the boozing I want to go on one and possibly two shopping trips. Ideally I want to go to Tesco, but I also want to go to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge to buy, amongst a few other things, a few cans of sugar free fizzy drinks - with the Barr's Shandyade being top of my list. Maybe if I got those I would not need to go to Tesco until tomorrow - either before of after my appointment with the Diabetic nurse at 2.50pm. I hope she is one of the nice one, and not the one I saw who wanted me to run 28 miles every single day, loose 3/4 of my weight, and get my blood glucose down to slightly less sweet than tap water - and if I did she would still not be satisfied. Luckily other nurses and even doctors say I am doing well !