The past week's food has been very creamy and I've been drinking large mugs of creamy fresh coffee. Decided to ease off for a bit. It was my first day off coffee and maybe that's why my head's been aching.

Made a lovely french country soup with basil pistou yesterday. Had some for breakfast with a slice of rye bread from the Village Bakery. No yeast or wheat. It's a sour bread dough, moist and gorgeous. I'd noticed I was getting a lot of bloating and cut out the linseed I usually have for breakfast and wheat based bread, just to be on the safe side, and it seems to have worked. I may reintroduce the linseed in the next few days and see what happens.

For lunch I had a cup of boiled brown rice, grilled mackerel, steamed cabbage, a bit of celery and cucumber. It was virtuous as opposed to nice. I really didn't want the mackerel when I put my lunch together this morning, but by 12.30pm it had become a welcome and tasty meal.

I got out of bed late this morning and that doesn't mean that I had a lie in. I was up at 3.30am and didn't get back to sleep, despite the yogurt and almonds in the evening that are supposed to stop my blood sugar from dipping, which leads to the production of adrenaline, which leads to me waking up. May try a sweet potato. But for tonight, it'll be Valerian. I hate being too tired. End up feeling miserable.

Had the most gorgeous dinner when I eventually got home; three trains were cancelled. I cooked tomatoes a la creme following Edouard De Pomaine's recipe and towards the end I tipped in half a can of haricot beans and a good few cloves of roasted garlic, let that cook for a few minutes before finishing off with cream. Ate with two slices of rye bread. It was the most gorgeous meal. A really heavenly version of beans in tomato sauce. I'll say it again, GORGEOUS. I'm so happy and contented as I write this.