08:10 BST

  Today may follow a similar pattern to yesterday, but it was be far from the same. Today started off feeling chilly at just 14° C, and it may only reach 19° C by 3pm when the sun might break through the clouds, but this time only to give sunny spells. Today's high may only be 20° C. The flaw in this forecast is that as I write this the clouds look lumpy, and it does look like some blue gaps could appear at any time to let the occasional ray of sunshine through. Clear skies tonight may mean a very cool feeling 12° C start to tomorrow, but the sky will still be clear, and the day may start with full sunshine.By mid morning that will change to just sunny spells, and there may even be a couple of hours with no sunshine at all. The temperature could peak at 22° C.

  Just recently things have been going quite well, although "wonderful" would be a big exaggeration. Yesterday was another day that was fairly good in places, and good enough for most of the rest of the time. I can't say the same about my health, but the good was good, and the bad wasn't terribly bad.

  One thing I had to do before I could have a shave, shampoo, and shower yesterday was to finish some laundry that once again I had left overnight. It was only two t-shirts and 5 pairs of underpants. I only needed to wring out the final rinse water, and then do the fabric conditioner before hanging it up to dry. It was 99.99% dry by mid evening. What seemed surprising to me was that there seemed no rush to do these things, although I did set off to the pub a bit later than usual.

  I couldn't seem to get much speed up walking to the pub, going via Ladywell Station to pick up copies of The Metro. 2.353 mph was the slowest for a few weeks, but only by 0.05 mph or so. In fact it was pretty average, but that is still an improvement over what I was managing a month or so ago....although I think there were odd times when I did far better than this - if 2.5 mph can be called far better.

  While the statistics are still on the left, I'll mention the walk home from the pub. 2,793 mph looks very impressive, but I had a five minute rest in the middle of the walk. That was when I paused the tracker and went into the pharmacy to collect my repeat prescription. The prescription had been part made up, but I think they had been waiting for a delivery from their wholesalers, and added the last couple of items while I waited.

  I must admit I had pushed myself to about as far as I could go when walking to the pharmacy, and I was very glad for that rest. I seem to have got fairly good at knowing my limits, and while it is rare that I go right up to the limit, I did push it yesterday. Apart from a brief moment when crossing a road or two, I basically walked non stop to the pharmacy. It seemed slightly surprising that I managed that.

  It is only on these known, and well practised walks that I can assess myself. The catch is that the usual walk through the park, to or from the pub, has several natural places to stop for a brief breather. usually it is on bridges crossing the river. One small change yesterday was the way I got to where I get the copies of The Metro on Ladywell station. I usually have two breathers there - one when I first arrive, and another after going over the footbridge. This time I went over the road bridge first, and had less time for a breather while on the station.

  It meant that I was breathing heavily most of the way to the pub, but at no point during the walk there or the walk home did I resort to a squirt of my TNG spray. In fact I have made hardly any use of that spray since a few tests when I first got it. The reason is that I know when to stop before pushing it to the point when the chest pains start. I was able to say no when the pharmacist asked me if I needed a new spray. She confirmed my thought that it was an "as needed" prescription rather than being a regular repeat.

  When I got to the pub there were three man playing darts there. I think I have seen the dartboard before, but can't remember ever seeing it used before. It would be good for the pub is more people used it, although I prefer it when the pub is more empty - mainly because there is more opportunity to speak or listen to Ayse. I took along the stubbier bottle of Aldi's own version of Tequila rose for Ayse to try.

  I had wrapped it in some bubble wrap to help keep it cold, and Ayse put it in the freezer until she tasted it. It was very convenient that it was one of those times when it went quite in the pub just before I was going to leave. Ayse sat down next to me, and poured a (big) measure each for us to drink together. He verdict was that it was just as good as "the real thing". I would no be surprised if she didn't pop into Aldi to buy herself a bottle sooner or later.

  Fast forward to back in the pharmacy, and it seemed like I may have pushed myself a bit to hard to walk there. Even after a five minute breather (spent standing up in the shop), I found it hard to get up to the sort of speed I felt I should be able to manage as I walked the last bit to home. Oh well, at least the entire walk was done faster than the walk to the pub. It was definitely good to get home, and be able to rest.

  After changing into indoor clothes, I had a look at what I might eat for a late lunch. There were a few possibilities, but for simplicity I had another packet of instant noodles. I had managed to only have a single pack for breakfast. The single packet for lunch felt like it was not quite enough, and I had a small handful of peanuts not long afterwards. With only a couple of pictures to check, none of which seemed worth using, I did almost nothing in the afternoon.

  The one thing I did do was to finish the book I have been reading - "Shadrack In The Furnace" by Robert Silverberg. As I think I have mentioned, it was written in 1976, and set in 2012. Now it seems that the future SciFi was actually in the past, and that makes it feel a bit weird. It was also written is a slightly odd style - a lot of it in the third person - but on reflection it was an enjoyable read - even if I kept falling asleep when reading it. I think I may seek out more Robert Silverberg novels to read.

  It didn't seem to take long before it was dinner time, and I had a, sort of, special dinner. It was a Tesco ready to cook container of green vegetables. It said cook in the microwave for three and a half minutes. It was pretty stinky when cooked, but I gave it another minute after smothering it with grated cheddar cheese. It was sort of nice, but the broccoli was mildly unpleasant. Yesterday I considered the idea of getting another because it was supposedly a healthy sort of meal, but this morning I find it hard to think along those line again

  It is possible I might consider a home made variations of those green vegetables - i.e. less broccoli. One problem was that once cooked it was quite a small meal, but I topped it up with some ice cream, and some sugar free vanilla wafers. That seemed to satisfy me. I ate while watching the 6 O'clock news, and then watched the usual two Star Trek's, The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine. There was nothing on TV after that, and at 9pm I went to bed.

  I felt very uncomfortable when I was laying in bed. I had an annoying pain very low down, and after a while it resolved itself to be a mix of wind and poo. I seem to recall having a fairly decent poo earlier in the evening, and I am sure I had maybe two before I went to the pub. I wondered where it was all coming from - particularly after having lost 300gm when I weighed myself yesterday morning.

  It delayed me getting to sleep until gone 10pm, although some of that delay was waiting to make sure I really had finished with the toilet for the night (except for the usual 3 or 4 pees in the night). Once I was asleep I seemed to sleep well until about 3:30am. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep aagin because I was feeling a bit cool - not actually cold, but slightly cool - and I knew my room would only get cooler.

  It took over half an hour to make the decision to turn the heating on low. It still didn't feel like I would fall asleep, but the next thing I knew was that I was waking up at almost 6:30am, and I was feeling very comfortable warm. I was quite surprised that while I was having a pee I also had another poo. It was not that big, but neither was it trivial (where is it all coming from ???). When I weighed myself I found I had lost 500gm since yesterday. Later on I had another fair sized pee, and quite recently, during writing this, I have had yet another medium sized poo. If I had done all this before I had breakfast, I might have found I had lost even more weight.

  My memory of what happened in the night is hazy, but I formed the idea that I had peed a lot during the night, and after getting up I had a larger than usual pee. That all suggested my blood glucose would be high when I checked it (for that is what is supposed to happen with high blood glucose). In fact my blood glucoe readings were very good. The Contour meter read a very good 6.9mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter was not quite as good at 7.1mmol/l. Even the Contour Plus meter was pretty good at 7.7mmol/l. Part of my repeat prescription was more test strips for my new GlucoFix meter. It read a very good 6.8mmol/l. I think I am starting to like that new meter a lot.

  There are two things I have to do this morning. One is to finish washing two hand towels - one small, and the other a bit bigger. Yesterday I got as far as 5 rinses before I gave up for the day. I think another 5 rinses should so the trick. After the towels are hanging up to dry I can have a shower, and I think that is the only cleaning I need for today. If after all this there is plenty of time left I may go shopping in Tesco, or maybe the little supermarket on Catford Bridge.

  This afternoon it will be time to try and show some restraint as we start on the newly delivered beers. "We" will be Jodie and probably Michael, plus, of course, my self. I am fairly sure I ordered beers that I will like, and Jodie will like, but I doubt we will like each others that much. It may well be a case of Jodie and I having just a shot glass of some beers just to say we have tasted them. It seems unlikely I will manage to remain anything close to sober, but somehow I hope I can restrain my eating because I seem to be doing well again, and it would be nice not to ruin all that work overnight again.