08:45 BST

  It is 18° C as I write this at just gone 9am. Most of the sky is clear, and so instead of sunny spells we have full sunshine. It may last for many hours. This afternoon is forecast to be dull, but I wonder ? The temperature is forecast to reach  23° C today, and the last hours of daylight could feature sunny spells and even full sunshine. It doesn't look like tonight will be all that cold, although tomorrow could start as low as 15° C. Tomorrow should be a very sunny day, and the afternoon should reach 25° C. Although the day after could still be 24° C, it is looking like tomorrow may be the grand finale of summer.

  I don't know why, but yesterday seemed to be an even worse day than the day before. It was almost as if I had some sort of physical illness, but it is more likely it was all in the mind. I did one thing I semi needed to do, but could not raise the enthusiasm for anything more.

  I seemed to think I was feeling OK, possibly even a tiny bit good yesterday morning. My health readings seemed to back that up, but the more time passed, the less good I seemed to feel. After writing yesterday's piece I had a long rest, and then I went for a shower. I had considered washing my hair, and even having a shave, but not bothering to do those two things probably set the pace for the whole day, or at least part of it.

  I got myself dressed, and prepared to go out shopping in Aldi. I only intended to get stuff it would be nice to have rather than essential. It would not have made a great deal of difference if I hadn't gone, or at least not for a few days, but I hoped the experience might somehow cheer me up. I hadn't counted on the walk to and from Aldi felt like it was gently uphill (yes, both ways). Another negative experience.

  I only spent just over half of what I spent the last time I went to Aldi. I must admit that the last time it was a bit excessive, although it could be looked at with the idea it would all be used in the end. I did buy some useful stuff, some nice stuff, and a few things I thought would be very nice (and maybe still will be when I eat them). I didn't see any non food stuff that enticed me to open my wallet further, although on a different sort of day I might have been tempted to waste money on a mini, battery operated beer dispenser, but when I do I ever not drink the whole can or bottle is one serving ?

  Carrying fairly heavy shopping back home was arduous. I did not walk very fast, and I can't recall having to stop except when crossing the road. I remember thinking I could have walked a bit further if needed, but I was very happy to get home. I was looking forward to having some lunch. The odd thing is that what I had was actually bought from Tesco. it was a little tub of pasta in a rich (and fairly sugary) tomato sauce.

  I did add some fresh basil leaves that I had bought from Aldi, but I am not sure they improved the flavour. That fresh basil seems to smell strong, but didn't seem to taste strong - which seems almost impossible. If it wasn't for the very hogh sugar content (for the whole tub) it might have almost been a healthy meal. The big problem is I wanted more, and I had more. It is too complex to list all I ate I, but I can say I more or less snacked until it was passed dinner time, but I didn't have a formal dinner.

  I suppose that technically I was depressed all afternoon, but it didn't really feel like depression. I am not sure what it did feel like. Probably just a different form of laziness, or maybe ennui sounds like a good word. There was simple stuff to do, like doing the washing up (that is still sitting in the kitchen sink this morning), but that failed to induce any enthusiasm. One aspect of this variant of depression was that I was very aware it was a temporary thing.

  Another way of describing it is that I felt no guilt about being lazy, and if anything it was the opposite. I was enjoying being lazy - because I could, although.... Maybe it was the sky was looking at some point, but I was acutely aware that in a week it will be September, and that means only 4 months left of the year, and even less until we will get potentially horrible weather (not that we haven't had some horrible weather in the middle of August). Those thoughts were depressing.

  By 6pm when it could have been dinner time, I decided that I had had so many snacks that I ought to skip dinner - even if dinner had been no more than a salad (as it could have been). What I had was something rather different. I probably wanted some strong beers, but I know how the type I really wanted would play havoc with my blood glucose and weight this morning. Not only that, but there would be a good chance that Jodie would moan that I had drunk a beer she was looking forward to.
  Instead of beer I chose whisky. I poured a huge measure into a glass that was 4 (of my) fingers wide (at the top) and the whisky was three fingers deep. I guess in pub measure it would be a double triple ! In pub prices it would also cost a fortune because it was not a cheap whiskey - it was nice mellow Bushmills Irish Whiskey. I only sipped at it, but those sips came thick and fast !

  There was not TV on last night, and I drank my whisky while reading stuff on the internet. I maybe made it last an hour, and then resumed drinking Diet Coke. By 8:30pm I felt ready for bed, and I guess I felt slightly drunk, but at the time time it was the feeling I wanted. There was no plan behind it, but I noticed it 8:59pm when I turned the light out. As far as I can remember, not that it is the sort of thing you can remember, I was probably fast asleep 15 minutes later, and possibly even sooner.

  I think I woke at least once to have a pee, but fell asleep again almost instantly after getting back to my bed. After about three hours sleep, or just after midnight, I woke up for a pee, and on my way back to bed I realised I had a hangover headache starting. It was not particularly painful, but plenty enough to stop me falling asleep again. It would be almost three hours later before I managed to sleep again.

  In that three hours I visited the toilet a few times. I read some more stuff on the internet, but much of it went in one eye and out the other. I was feeling strongly that I should be sleeping, and I did try laying down a couple of times. One of three possible things, or maybe a combination of all three eventually got me back to sleep. One thing was Paracetamol. Another was Ibuprofen. The third thing was putting the heater on and my bedroom warming up. I still woke at 5am as usual, but after a pee I was able to get another 2 hours of sleep in my very warm bedroom.

  In the second half of the night I was still peeing every one or two hours, but I am unsure why I bothered because I didn't seem to pee much. (I guess it was habit more than need). Maybe the whiskey had induced some extra peeing earlier in the night. I was not sure what to expect when I got on the scales. At first it was not very good, but well before I had any breakfast I went for another pee, and did a small but not insignificant poo. The grand result was that this morning I weighed exactly the same as yesterday - which was a big surprise after all I thought I ate yesterday.

  I am looking forward to retiring my Contour Plus blood glucose meter at the end of this morning, and replace it with my new GlucoFix meter. That Contour Plus meter has distorted my blood glucose average for too long now. The Contour meter (not the Contour Plus) read 7.7mmol/l this morning. That was the best reading, and if the others had agreed, it would be a good reading. The GlucoRX meter read 8.1mmol/l, and that was easily good enough. The Contour Plus meter read 9.3mmol/l, and if the other three meters agreed with it, it would be very bad. Fortunately the new GlucoFix meter read 8.3mmol/l  - a tiny bit higher than desirable, but quite good enough.

  I really wasn't expecting to get a fairly good set of readings (ignoring the Contour Plus reading) this morning when I considered what and how much I seemed to eat yesterday. It is probably stupid, but it does seem my body is working well enough currently to give these acceptable readings. Even my blood pressure has been reasonable lately. It is higher than it was when I was taking Indapamide, but is now closer to what my doctors and nurses think is good. This morning it was 123/50. My blood pressure meter's diagnostics describe that as "normal".

  I could convince myself I feel good this morning, but fortunately I don't have to feel all that good today. There is a tiny chance I could go for a walk today, but only if it is sunny. All I have to do today is the washing up in the kitchen sink. Wash my hair and have a shower, and be ready for another onslaught of beer this afternoon when Jodie visits for another beer tasting session. I probably shouldn't get too excited about it because it will ultimately be a bit boring.

   Jodie will want to drink nasty sour beers, and at other times she will be lost in her phone. Maybe I will read my book while Jodie is unaware of the outside world, and maybe I should fill in the gaps between drinking beer by drinking ice cold water. In fact the water could be a good idea. It will be a bit odd, but there will be advantages in not getting too pissed - having more control over my eating would be good if I can manage it. I doubt it will happen, but Michael has threatened to join us one Sunday.