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Wednesday 8th
April 2020
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08:59 BST
Yesterday's weather forecast seemed to
overestimate the amount of sunshine we would get
yesterday. The day started sunny, but before
midday, and maybe even before 11am, a lot of
clouds appeared in the sky, and they kept getting
in the way of the sun. It was still a warm day,
although it might have taken a bit longer to get
there. The temperature was supposed to hit 19° C
by 3pm, but I think it was possibly closer to 5pm,
although I will admit I was not really watching
the thermometer that much - it just seemed to feel
warmer as the the afternoon came to a close.
The weather seems
very volatile lately. The forecast can easily
change in a few hours. So far this morning I
would describe it as sunny, albeit sometimes
hazy sunshine, but enough to be "sunshine"
instead of the sunny spells shown in the
forecast. The light rain showers, shown in the
screenshot above, which I was relaying on to
water my plants, now seem to have disappeared
from the latest revision of the forecast.
About the only constant we can rely on is that
the sun should make an appearance, for
variable lengths of time, every hour until
sunset. The temperature prediction of 21° C
seems to be very likely. Tomorrow is currently
predicted to be a sunny day, but a degree less
than today, 20° C. It will probably snow.
I was hoping it wouldn't be the case,
but I continued to feel rough until at least mid
afternoon, yesterday. I can cope with lack of
sleep when there is a good reason for it (usually
one involving a woman friend), but apparently not
one caused by what could be called medical
conditions. The trapped wind that, was half the
reason why I could not sleep the night before,
didn't fully resolve itself until maybe 10am,
although the worst was over at 2am. It did leave a
slight tenderness. The other half of the problem,
straining something when moving the still rather
heavy drinks cabinet, was still a problem for at
least half of yesterday, although during the day
it was only a problem if I made a bad move.
The end result was that I felt pretty yucky
yesterday. Rest and an occasional snooze
eventually sorted things out, although even today
I feel I have to be a bit careful to not "twist my
ribs" again by taking on more than I should. One
big consequence of feeling bad was that I could
not face going for a long walk, although it would
probably have done more good than harm. It meant
my hope that I could have a brief chat with
Angela, at a distance of 2 metres, in the park
came to nothing.
I only did one thing in the late morning,
and that was to wash my bath towel, and a hand
towel. The bath towel is small compared to most
bath towel, and could almost be a gigantic hand
towel. The hand towel was fairly large for a hand
towel. Washing those two by hand was quite a
physical exercise, and I think I did it as a test
of how well I was working. It did tire me out a
bit, but didn't cause any extra pain, and maybe it
might have even been beneficial.
With my guts no longer hurting, but still
slightly tender, I went for a fairly light lunch.
It was a ham salad or ham added to a Tesco
ready prepared salad. I did give it a generous
squirt of mayonnaise, but I didn't adorn it with
extra pickles and olives.
After lunch I spent much of the afternoon
resting, reading, and snoozing. As the afternoon
came to a close I started to feel like I really
wanted to do something productive. It was time to
get back to work rehabilitating my back room. As I
suggested yesterday, I wanted to put a shelf up
over the drinks cabinet so I could continue it's
function higher up the wall. Thanks to a packet of
Poundshop cup hooks, bought ages ago because "they
might come in handy" I was able to extend the
usefulness of that shelf by putting in hooks to
hang some of my beer mugs underneath. You can see
them dangling from the shelf in the really
terrible crap picture above taken through a fish
eye lens.
At 6pm I sat down to eat dinner, and watch
Star Trek - first an episode from "The New
Generation", and then an episode of "Voyager". The
only problem is that both episodes were not really
attention grabbers. Add to that the fact that my
dinner was a fairly light dinner of grilled
chicken legs, and runner beans, and instead of
wanting to vegetate, I found myself itching to do
more. There was one thing I could do during the
commercial breaks, and that was to rush downstairs
to wash glasses. I still have plenty more to do
today, but slowly I started re-stocking my drinks
cabinet with clean, sparkling glasses.
Eventually it felt a bit too late to keep
rushing down to the kitchen to wash more dusty
glasses, and ended up in bed reading well before
9pm. I must admit I lost track of time, but once I
turned out the light, I fell asleep easily last
night. I doubt it was any later than 10pm, and
probably a fair bit before that. On the whole I
slept quite well, but I did find that I seemed to
have some lower back pain if I laid in the wrong
position. I am sure it was the result of bending
over to wash the bottom of the drinks cabinet, and
also to wash the cobwebs, and a strange stain off
the wall where the drinks cabinet was originally
standing.
My dreams seemed to involve lots of train,
but none rushed into tunnels like some Freudian
subconscious sex fantasy ! I can't really remember
much of those dreams at all, but I do remember
that the theme was similar to another dream many
nights ago. It was that during the Covid-19
pandemic many old slam door trains were put into
front like service for reasons that weren't ever
explained. Last nights dreams also featured a few
steam trains. What I can't really remember is
whether I was travelling on those trains, or just
taking photos. I would guess it was a bit of both.
This morning I think I feel mostly OK. All
my health indicators are looking good. I even seem
to have taken back control of my blood glucose
level - or maybe I am no longer fighting an
infection. Even my weight seems like it has the
potential to go down if I do the right things.
This morning it was hovering just 300 grammes
above a particularly low weight that happened just
over a week ago. If nothing else, I seem to have
it under better control than I would predict when
I am doing very little walking exercise.
Maybe today I will do that walking
exercise, and maybe today I will finally wave at
Angela if she is sitting on her favourite park
bench at lunchtime. Hopefully such a walk will not
wear me out, and I'll find a bit of energy to do
more work in the back room/dining room - even if
it is just washing the rest of the dusty glasses.
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