I did consider getting a bit of shopping, maybe just beer, on my way home, but I felt a very soggy mess by the time I exited the park. When I got home my t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and the inside of the coat sleeves were positively dripping - so much so that I hung it up to dry inside out ! I could have quite safely done that walk without a coat, and come home a lot dryer. By the time I got home my right knee, the main source of discomfort during the walk, had calmed down a lot - almost to the point of not hurting at all. Curiously enough, it gave little trouble for the rest of the day, and it feels mostly OK even this morning.

  My chest was never quite as bad as my knee, and it is easier to not aggravate it so much if I hold the right posture, and where I put my arms (and what I do with them). I never know what "the wrong way" is, but for instance when I reached up to get a very lightweight can of deodorant spray, I did it the wrong way, and aggravated the inflammation in a painful way. I can't really think of an alternative way of reaching up, but when I replaced the deodorant back on the shelf there was no pain.

  If I felt happy at the end of the walk, and for the rest of the day, I doubt I would notice much discomfort, but I felt far from happy. Gloomy weather always makes me feel depressed, and having to abandon a walk early because of pain depressed me even more. I was in the wrong mood to try and do anything useful that might distract me. If it wasn't for that dull sky, and rain showers, I might have tried to do something in the garden, but that was also ruled out because of my aches and pains brought on by the damp (whether real or imagined).

  Having some large glasses of whisky was a temporary distraction, but ultimately they made me feel ill. The worst thing was fighting off hunger - the hunger for food as a distraction. I mostly fought that off, but I did give in to ordering an expensive takeaway. I tried some food from a Turkish restaurant (as opposed to a kebab shop). It was nice, but less wonderful than hoped. It did come with two temptations that I resisted last night - some Turkish style bread, and a free slice of chocolate cake.

  The cake is in a sealed(ish) container, and should last a few days in the fridge. I will eat it if I can get my blood glucose down to under 7.0 mmol/l. That could take forever because I may well eat that bread some time today. I am not sure how I will eat it yet. I may smear it with Marmite, I may melt cheese over it, or maybe I might dip it in soup. If I could find room in my freezer I would probably freeze it for another day.

  I think I can sum up most of yesterday as being rather miserable. There were a few brief good times, mostly when eating, but it was definitely the  worst day for some time now. It was not made any better by seeing so much madness in the outside world as depicted on a popular social media website. Many said the world would never return to normal after lockdown ends, but I doubt anyone ever thought that an event in America, no matter how despicable, could rock the world like it has. I cannot see a good end to the storm this has caused. It could even end in civil war over there, and even here. I predict I will continue going one stop beyond "social distancing" by practising social isolation for a long time to come. There are increasingly few people on this world that I actually still like.

  My day seemed to affect my night, but not in an obvious way. I managed to get asleep fairly early, and easily. I also seemed to sleep quite well. After my excess of whisky earlier on I drank more non-alcoholic drinks to dilute it, and in consequence I think I may have had to get up more often in the night. At least I think I did, but now every time seemed very dreamlike, and I can't recall ever having any difficulty getting back to sleep.

  It was the nature of my dreams that seemed different, but I can only offer one example that was very different. I can't recall many details of this one dream, but it featured my dad. I am unsure if he has ever appeared in my dreams before...well not in the last 50 years. It was obvious in the dream that I had not seen him for some time, but it was no great celebration or anything. In fact it was no more exciting than seeing someone you see most days. We said hello, and I remarked that his workshop (as used to be behind the shop front where he repaired radios and TVs until he died in 1968) had changed a bit since I last saw it. And that was about it. It was interesting that it happened, but it seemed to have no significance.

  This morning my blood glucose level has dropped to a more sensible level, but I would still prefer it to be lower. Other than that I am unsure how I feel. My chest doesn't seem to feel sore this morning, but I am sure it would take little to provoke it. My right knee seems OK - even after sitting at my PC for over an hour - something that has recently been inflaming it. Maybe just for a bit of novelty, my left elbow might be a little stiff or sore this morning. It is not exactly either at the moment, but it feels like it has the potential to be either or both.

  After the bright start the weather seems to be closing in now. Earlier on I could imagine going for another short walk, maybe even in the rain, but I am feeling less and less keen by the minute. I really don't know what I shall do today. Maybe I will just end up going to either Poundland or Poundstretcher, maybe both, for gardening supplies. I think I mentioned yesterday that I am thinking of trying to get some more flowers growing, but doing it in pots rather than in the dubious soil in my back garden - a soil that seems more suited to weeds. I think I have some chilli seeds. Maybe I could raise a chilli plant in a pot. At least that would be useful. With the promise of warm and sunny weather tomorrow, maybe I should not worry about not going out for any exercise today, and resume tomorrow.