07:42 BST

  It is another very cool morning thanks to clear skies in the night. My thermometers say it is now just coming up to 16° C. However it is sunny, and the forecast says non stop sunshine all day. That should raise the temperature to 25° C by 2pm. Tomorrow may start at 18° C, but it will be very dull. Tomorrow may be a very mixed day. There will be a mix of sunny spells and grey spells. There is even a small chance (41% at worst) of rain at midday. By 4pm the temperature may still reach 25° C, but perhaps just for that single hour. Wednesday may be much cooler and a lot wetter !

  Yesterday was one of those days that felt OK, but sort of wasn't. I did what needed to be done, but no more. The after effects of the day were both very good and very bad, and neither seem to be easy to blame on beer - mainly because my consumption was unusually low.

  There is a lot of yesterday that was too bland to leave anything worth describing. That makes it sound like a boring day, but oddly enough it wasn't, or at least I don't recall feeling bored - except for maybe in the evening when there was no entertainment on TV except a string of repeats of old episodes of The Simpsons on the E4 channel. They were all familiar and so not exciting, but I guess they helped pass the time.

  Back to the morning, and I wrote 1,905 words yesterday. I had started moderately early, and I finished by 10:30am, and maybe earlier. That just gave me the excuse to have a longer rest, and read extra pages from the book I am reading. Earlier in the morning I did have a fantastic, as in extreme fantasy, idea that I might go out for a quick-ish walk around the park, but when the time came I found I had no inspiration to do so.

  I may have felt I didn't have the energy to do such a walk, but that was mainly because washing my hair, and having a shower was  somewhere between relaxing and energy draining. I actually had another, albeit much shorter, lie down once I, and my hair was dry. It would have been easy to get stuck into the book I am reading, but so far it is not an easy book to get stuck into.

  I am about one third through the book, but it is still in a sort of introductory style with lots of short stories from the main characters in the book. My assumption is that they will all meet up and interact with each other. For now we are getting to know something about their character and backgrounds. The book is "Eclipse" by John Shirley. I may have only bought it because the main character, at least I think he is, plays an electric guitar. It is the first book of a trilogy, and if I enjoy it enough I may seek out the second and third book.

  After that short break I headed down to the kitchen where I had several jobs to do. One was to take out the rubbish bag to the wheelie bin. It was less than half full, but something in it was really smelly ! I also took out the recycling bag to the recycling bin. The big job, which was not as big as I feared, was to wash up a backlog of stuff in the kitchen sink.  Once again I had a rest, but in an ideal world I would have given the dining room table a good cleaning (before Jodie got food all over it again. In an even more ideal world I would have run the hoover over the dining room carpet.

  I did none of the latter, but went on my computer to read a few things. I also did that most hated of things, paid my landline telephone bill. I don't really use that phone so the amount owed was very small, but somehow it still irks me to have to pay it. Eventually there was a ring at the doorbell. It was Jodie arriving for another beer drinking session - except there was not a lot of beer drinking.

  I may have lost track, as it is so easy to do when boozing, but I think I only drank three cans of beer. As I mentioned yesterday, I had decided I would try and drink chilled water while waiting for Jodie to catch up. She says she likes some beers but drinks them so slowly as if she is finding it a struggle to drink, but actually claims to be savouring it. I am sure that is not the way to drink beer, or at least proper beer !

  I didn't actually drink chilled tap water while waiting for Jodie - I drunk low sugar, sparkling, flavoured water. One was Lemon and Mint, and it was in a curious halfway state of being nasty and nice at the same time. I didn't care for more than one glass of it, and changed to sparkling blackcurrant flavoured water (like Ribena but with less sugar). As usual, Jodie spent much of the times scrolling through Instagram or something similar, but I did manage to get a little bit of conversation out of her.

  Jodie left at 6pm to get the next train to Clockhouse where she would be meeting Alan in The Three Hounds. Just before she left I put part one of my dinner in to cook (5 minutes in the microwave). It was a Cajon beef dish - at least 50% rice. It was not bad, but didn't feel satisfying. I followed it with a ready made pot of chicken and bacon pasta. That felt more substantial, but I still had a dessert of a chunk of Angel cake.

  Before drinking I had lined my stomach with some food that included two peppered "grill steaks", plus some ice cream and some crisps. I guess I deluded myself that I had had some control over my eating, and particularly so after drinking. It would turn out I did and I didn't - in ways I find hard to comprehend. Anyway, I did not eat any more after the Angel cake, and apart from water and Diet Coke, I did not drink any more.

  After watching TV I went to bed at around 9pm. I didn't feel the need for any extra heat, and I thing I fell asleep quite easily - possibly by 9:30pm. I seemed to sleep OK (ignoring getting up to pee once or twice) until about 3am when it seemed like time to put the heater on low. Unfortunately the thermostat seemed to be set too high, and I woke up a few hours later feeling just a bit too warm.

  It was probably during that period of extra warmth that I had what should have been a great erotic dream, but like life, it mostly went wrong. I was at work in a telephone exchange, and one of the "girls" there (probably a 30 year old or more) approached me. We were friendly, but not really any more. She said she thought she knew me well enough to trust me to answer some things that were bothering her.

  She started off by reminded me that she had been working out for some time, and wondered how it was affecting her. The first thing she asked was if the sweating was giving her any bad body odour, and in particular around her breasts. She unbuttoned her shirt and invited me to go in for a very close sniff. I told her to watch out for it going off, but the fresh sweaty smell was actually very erotic. She like that idea, and was about to go further when we were interrupted.

  We had actually been in a rarely used locker room, and so it was irritating that someone had interrupted us. What was about to happen was she was going to take off her bra and get me to have a good feel to see if her working out was building any muscles in that area. We looked for somewhere else that might be private in case it went even further than that (said he salivating in his dream).

  Unfortunately there were contractors in who were putting in new cables everywhere we looked. I suggested the bosses office because he was supposed to be on holiday, but we were just about to enter when he arrived out of the blue. I think the next place I suggested was on the roof, but the dream seemed to fade out before we got there. That was a shame because that dream had so much promise. It was also nice that the woman was as keen as I was, if not keener. It was like I was being seduced, and that is a very rare thing.

  After that most pleasant dream (at least until it started to fall apart) it was a shame that the next bit, after waking and getting up, was very disappointing. I hadn't drunk much booze, and I didn't think I had eaten all that badly, but after a pee, and a pretty fair poo, I got on the scales and found I had somehow put on 1.2kg. That was an awful lot, and this time I could not even blame it on my left leg being puffed up with excess water.

  if I had put that weight on then surely my blood glucose must be a complete disaster area ? Well apparently not. In fact it mostly quite good. The Contour meter read 7.8mmol/l, and that is good, although a little short of excellent. The GlucoRX meter read a very similar, but slightly better, 7.7mmol/l. The Contour Plus meter did it's usual to mess up the average with an reading of 8.7mmol/l, but even that is not bad. The new GlocoFix meter read 7.9mmol/l - closely in line with the first two meters.

  Today will be warm and sunny. It is the sort of day when I ought to be going out, and I had an idea that I might go as far as Southend, or at least travel on trains that would take me as far as Southend. I almost feel OK for such and outing except for one thing. I feel sure, and least I hope it will happen, that I will be shedding the 1.2kg I seemed to have gained since yesterday by way of increased excretion from my body. One fair possibility is that it will be in solid form, and I don't fancy having to find a toilet for such a thing while out and about (and nor do I trust any train to have such facilities in clean working condition).

  Unless something significant happens soon I will will give up on such an outing. I may dare to go for a walk in the park, but that will be a bit boring when seeing the same views for the 263rd time. I think that today I will just make up as I go along. One thing I have done was to only have one  portion of instant noodles for breakfast. I may try and fast until dinner time, but that would be a lot easier if I was not at home. Oh well, I'll report tomorrow what happened.