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My Diary/Blog For the Month of February 2019 |
Wednesday 27th February 2019 |
08:46 GMT It seems records were broken yesterday - the warmest February day "since records began". I don't think it got any warmer than the 17° C forecast for here, but maybe 10 to 15 miles to the west, in Kew, it was reported on the news to have hit 21° C. It was non stop sunshine here all day ! Maybe it is possible that it will hit 18° C today, but it has started off colder than the forecast shows. My thermometers agreed it was a smidgen under 4° C less than 20 minutes ago, and while it could have been dew, it looked an awful lot like frost on some of my neighbours shed roofs. Today could be the last warm and sunny day until Spring officially starts at the beginning of March. Tomorrow could see some sunshine, but some rain is more likely, and the temperature will only rise to about 12° C. A few days later and the weather will be back to the seasonal average of about 10° C with grey, and occasionally wet skies ! I mentioned that I didn't fancy going far and wide yesterday because in the morning I didn't know if I was coming down with a cold, and indeed I was, but that would not affect me until the evening. I did have another reason to be cautious that I didn't mention. To celebrate the warm sunny days I started to eat salad and fruit. A sudden change of diet like that has been known to cause some disturbance in the aether....It didn't this time, but it was only with the benefit of hindsight that I realised that it would have been safe to be miles from the nearest toilet. I did get a little bit of walking in yesterday, but it was little more than 15 minutes (maybe 20). Once I was up and dressed I took a walk to Cash Busters, the pawn and secondhand shop on the high street. Unlike the day before, when I took a look through the window on my way to fail to intercept Angela in the park, it was open yesterday morning. In ultimate terms I wasted some more money in there, but I did get a very good deal on the two items I bought in there. The first item was in the window for £50, and it was a semi-pro wireless microphone system. It intrigued me, and it could potentially have a real world use in conjunction with my camera when used in movie mode. It was interesting that the instruction booklet that came with it mentions using it as a wireless guitar link as well as a wireless microphone. It is possible that I might try and sell it on to someone in a band. It was in the window for £50, but I paid £40 for it. I could possible sell it for £60. The second item was another camera. It had a price tag of £65, but I paid £50 for it. It is an interesting camera, but I don't think it is very good. It is a Pentax K-x camera, and it is a Digital Single Lens Reflex camera, and in it's time it was probably quite an expensive bit of kit. It came on the market 10 years ago. They are still listed on Amazon, probably "second user" for almost £200. So I potentially got a bargain, but I am not so sure. I haven't taken it out to see how it performs in real life, but I was not too impressed with some indoor test shots I took yesterday. It may well be that I should take the time to learn about it's use. Now I have had some practice using the Canon Rebel camera that I also bought from Cash Busters for £50, I am starting to get good pictures out of it. Some reviews say that the Pentax is good in low light conditions, and that might have potential. The big negative thing with it is that it has either been used in a greasy atmosphere (a chip shop ?) or someone's attempt to polish it up for sale have caused a few problems. The inbuilt flash was stuck down, but seems OK now I have washed it out with some alcohol. It also seems that a rotary dial has had some ingress from some contaminant, and it can be intermittent. Without stripping the camera down it is difficult to clean it, but an occasional squirt of Isopropol Alcohol seems to be having a positive effect. I think this camera is just going to be a curio, but I will try and use it a bit. One negative thing is that Pentax lenses are rare and expensive. One positive thing is that this camera runs on AA batteries, and so apart from problems of leaking batteries, there is no worry about a mega expensive battery pack failing after being unused for months or years. Probably the best picture taken with the camera so far is a picture taken this morning. I am sure my mobile phone camera could have done better, but at least this rather flat looking picture shows what might be frost on a few shed roofs. My major distraction and exercise yesterday was doing some more garden clearance. I was reluctant to do it because I didn't want to upset my resident fox (although it's really a resident of next door - only the entrance to it's earth is in my garden - most of it is under next doors garden). However I needed to get more clearance done, and leaving the brown wheelie bin unused for weeks on end seemed like a waste of the £65 a year I pay for it. Not only that, but I wanted to get out into that sunshine and warm air. It was certainly warm enough to work without a shirt - but only by a small margin. Unfortunately it is still a few months away until the sun is high enough to do any more than fall obliquely onto the back fence, and little where else. So I didn't really stand much of a chance of a topless tan ! That lack of sun meant that the garden was still quite muddy despite no rain for quite a few days now (a fortnight maybe ?). Once I got started it was quite enjoyable work, and it sometimes felt that I was making good progress. Since the last time I did any work out there the weeds have hardly grown at all, and so I filled the wheelie bin to the top with old growth, and revealed a few more bit of ground. The most noticeable is another 2ft of garden path now revealed. I did some work at the back of the garden. It included pulling more ivy off the back fence, and the start of disposing of what looked like old tre trunks, but is actually thick plaited ivy stems that must have come off the trunk of the tree that the con men cut down for me. The other area where I am starting to make some progress is in reducing the pile of crap against the right hand fence. There is all sorts of crap there including the remains of two old chairs plus a roll of old lino. Much of it is old rotting wood from the time I cut a tree down, but there is also a lot more builders rubble than I realised. I blame the men who put up the fence for that. I think they just pushed anything in the way into my garden no matter what side it originally came from. Oh well, it will all mysteriously disappear little by little every fortnight.... This picture shows the weeds and stuff on the right slowly beginning to diminish, but more obviously is the still damp and muddy paving stone on the extra bit of garden path now revealed. This picture shows the extent of the sun in my garden yesterday. It doesn't reach much further than the back fence, and that is a pity because the glare hides the fact that I have pulled off almost all the ivy from the fence. I felt that good sort of hurting after I had finished in the garden yesterday. I'm unsure how long I was out there, but it might have been as long as 90 minutes. There was also a bit of preparation time and clear up time as well. I definitely felt like a rest afterwards, but I probably spent quite a bit of time playing with the Pentax camera instead of snoozing. One of the first things I did after getting cleaned up was to have some lunch. Yesterday, and it could be the same today, I had nothing but fruit for lunch. I am sure my bowels will love me for ever after that treat. On the whole, ignoring a few obvious aches from my physical activity (pulling up weed and sawing wood) I felt fine until about sunset when my nose started to get a bit wet. It wasn't actually drippy then, but that would come later. One positive thing about my health was that my blood pressure was still nice and low yesterday evening. I have resumed taking Bisopropol, and my pulse rate has slowly started to fall back towards a better rate. I have now stopped taking Indapamide, and my systolic pressure has risen by a small amount, and that is in keeping with my hopes. I was not happy when I was getting the occasional reading of below 100 even when I still seemed to feel OK. I think a figure between 110 and 120 would feel right. I celebrated (?) by having two salads for dinner last night. I had a mixed salad with some ham in it, but it didn't seem to hit the spot, and so I had a second salad of nice crunchy Romain lettuce with sardines with an oil and vinegar dressing. In some ways that was rather more satisfying despite being so simple. What I really wanted after that was some of those sugar free chocolate cookies that they seem to stock in Iceland now. I must pay them a visit soon - maybe today. Maybe my desire for something that appeared to be sweet, even if it wasn't, was something to do with feeling like I was definitely ill. A few hours before bedtime and my nose was virtually pouring ! It made going to bed a bit tricky because I was starting to need a new tissue every 5 minutes. It is difficult to get to sleep with a nose full of snot that one wrong sneeze could spread all over the bed clothes ! Fortunately that didn't happen, and I did manage to get to sleep fairly quickly. I woke up 3 or 4 times in the night. Sometimes for a pee, but always to blow out several gallons of snot. Two strange things seemed to happen last night. It felt like my sinuses were full to bursting point, and making my teeth itch. One time I woke up it was almost like I had toothache on the top left of my mouth. The next time I woke up it seemed to be on the top right. On no occasions was it ever from my lower teeth. By 4 or 5am that feeling, which was closer to itchiness than toothache in some ways, had gone. The next time I woke up I had something new. The inside of both nostrils were really itching, or was it tingling. I am not sure which, but it was quite unpleasant, and made me wonder if it was an allergy rather than a cold. Maybe one clue that it was just a cold, and also why it seems to be getting better even while I am sitting here typing, is that at about 4am I woke up sweating like I had just had a fever. A fever is a good sign that the body is fighting back, and while it is probably unrealisticly optimistic, it does feel like the worst of this cold is now over. I am unsure what to do today. Today is the last warm and sunny day until Spring really starts, and it would be a shame to waste it. Once again I don't feel comfortable going to somewhere like the seaside, and maybe I don't fancy any more than a walk in the park. Maybe I might see if Angela fancies a drink at lunchtime. That is a good excuse for a walk through the park, and I could take my Pentax camera out for a "test drive". Or I might decide to do something completely different once I am washed and dressed. |
Sunday 3rd February 2019 |
10:29 GMT Yesterday was cold, but somehow it didn't seem to feel as cold as the thermometers said it was. The maximum temperature was about 5° C in the middle of the afternoon. I seem to recall a couple of brief sunny intervals yesterday, but grey and horrible sums up most of the day - except at sunset. That was rather glorious, and set the tone for today. I saw minus 2.3° C
on my thermometer at about 8am, and the thick frost
suggests that was about right. The forecast said minus
1° C, and I guess that was not too far off. The sky
was very clear earlier on, and we have had some nice
sunshine. There is still a lot of blue sky to be seen,
but as I write this a cloud has just passed in front
of the sun. The sun should come out again soon, but
that could be the pattern for the rest of the daylight
hours of today even if the forecast still insists that
the sunshine won't be replaced by sunny intervals
until about 2pm. Just after 2pm the temperature should
rise to 6° C - which is a tiny bit better than the
last few days. It seems the temperature won't drop
below 5° C until midnight when it is supposed to rise
to 6° C again. Tomorrow should start at 6° C, but it
is going to be a wet day. The good thing is that the
afternoon high could be 9° C. That's taking it into
the low tepid region !
As I predicted, I did a bit of this and a bit of that yesterday, and somehow the day passed by relatively smoothly. The one thing I didn't do was to go out in the cold. In fact I didn't get washed and dressed, and ready to face the public until about 5pm last night ! Basically I had a very lazy day. It was the evening when I became alive (if you use a very loose definition of alive !). My chest was still feeling very delicate when I stepped out the door at about 7.30pm to go to Greenwich for Chain's gig in the Mitre pub. I wondered how I would fare with my chest feeling so delicate (or tender). At any moment I expected some nasty pain, but it never happened, and that was despite failing to walk as slowly as I wanted to. With a bus to catch, I wanted to get to the bus stop as quickly as possible. Without bothering to check on my phone how long ot would be until the next bus arrived, it was a rather stupid philosophy. I could have run and still missed a bus by seconds, and then have a long wait for the next. It was actually a 10 to 12 minute wait for a bus - probably closer to 10 minutes, and definitely less than the first estimate of 15 minutes on the countdown display. It is difficult to describe how I felt when I got on the bus. My chest was definitely not hurting, but I was sort of short of breath, and my heart rate was up. The latter was only to be expected, but the former was quite strange because I was barely breathing deeply a minute or two after arriving at the bus stop, but I still felt something like being short of breath that wasn't like being short of breath. As I said, it is difficult to describe it. I arrived at the pub a little later than expected, but I think I only missed the sound check. Pretty soon I was halfway down my first pint of Guinness, and feeling just about perfectly normal. I stayed through the interval, and for a couple of songs into the second set, but by then it was getting rather boisterous up at the front. So I picked my camera away. Left it with someone I trust, and went to the toilet in preparation for going home. I was only downstairs in the toilet for a few minutes, but when I came back up the crowd in front of the band had thinned out a lot. I could have stayed longer, but having made up my mind I was going to go, I went ! I must have timed my exit well because I didn't have to wait much longer than 5 minutes for a bus. Once I was sitting down on the bus my chest gently reminded me that it was quite ready to make me uncomfortable...or did it ? Was it all in the mind. It seemed to feel a little tight, but maybe that was just my coat zipped up on 4 or 5 pints of Guinness. Once again, I tried to walk back home from the bus stop as slowly as I could - and completely failed ! This time I was looking forward to my supper, and so I kept the pace up - not exactly top speed, but faster than I usually walk back from Aldi laden with shopping, and even that is fast enough to overtake about 75% of the people. My supper was the last, but one, part of the Indian takeaway I bought on Friday night. It was a chicken pathia, and not quite as fiercely hot as the Vindaloo I had on Friday. It was delicious, and it was quite a big supper too because I had it with a standard portion of pilau rice. It made me feel nice and full, and ready for sleep. I was probably asleep before midnight, and I slept well even if I did wake quite a few times to "drain off" all the Guinness I drank ! My only complaint this morning, and it is one of the usual ones, is that I seemed to wake up before I believed I had had enough sleep. Some intense yawning this morning suggests I might have been right this time. Maybe this afternoon I can have a long snooze. I did try to sleep more, but I felt a bit uncomfortable, and maybe I was impatient to check through the photos I took last night. Maybe I was also a little keen for some breakfast. Breakfast was the final part of my takeaway. It was just a mixed vegetable curry side dish. I made it a bit bigger with some melted cheese on top. All this curry seems to have contributed to some further discomfort this morning. I started to feel some discomfort a bit lower than my chest. Somehow it didn't feel like the obvious reason that it turned out to be. I think my guts were revolting...by which I mean in a state of revolt ! It turned out to be more than just wind, although there was plenty of that too. How can I put this delicately ?....I can't really, but I can try. Lets just say that though it seemed to be a bit overdue, the Vindaloo did what Vindaloo does, and soon the discomfort in my belly transferred to my bottom. (c.f Johnny Cash "Ring Of Fire"). With all the Guinness emptied from my system, and all the Indian food, possibly including last night's supper, emptied from my system, after a series of visits to the toilet, I feel a lot less bloated now ! All that unpleasantness was nearly an hour ago now, and at the moment I feel reasonably good. This could also be because the sunshine pouring through my window has heated the room up to very warm or more, and my Costochondritus is generally well behaved when I feel hot. Feeling like this means I could decide to think up some grandiose plans for the day, but I think that would be taking things far too far. For one thing I still have about 100 more snaps taken last night to consider. On average there could be another 10 to 15 good snaps in there that just need a quick(ish) touch up to look presentable. When that is all done I will have to see what is on my trail cameras, and probably edit up some fox footage. |