I thought I would show both the BBC and Met Office forecasts for today. There is very little agreement between them, and both have got one thing wrong already. For at least the last half hour, but maybe ended now, we have had some sunshine. Any sunshine is very welcome if it helps raise the temperature. During the early hours of this morning I regret not putting a duvet in the duvet cover on my bed. I woke up feeling cold at about 4am. Not shivery cold, but still a bit uncomfortable.

 Today the temperature may rise to a more acceptable 20° C or even 21° C - acceptable for April or November, but not July. This afternoon, at a time that seems to be anyone's guess, there will be some rain. That will cool things off, and it could be another chilly night. It seems that tomorrow is going to be similar to today. In fact, if forecasts are valid for more than 30 minutes ahead, it could be that the first half of this new month may not be a lot better than today. So much for global warming !

   Yesterday was a day that brought no joy. The weather was such that I just wanted to stay in, and do nothing. That is almost exactly what I did. I passed a fair amount of the day reading, and thanks to my extra late night, the previous night, I had a few snoozes. I have to admit they were nice until I tried to do anything after getting up again. I often felt ill. I can't really define what ill means in this context. It was that sort of feeling you get 5 minutes after dying - or that is how I imagine it.

  It was a day when I had to concentrate hard on not eating all I desired to eat - which was a lot, and very frequently because I was mostly bored. Probably the worst thing, although it had to happen sooner or later, was the sandwiches that I stupidly bought from Aldi on Monday morning. I had those for lunch. My dinner was far healthier. It was a what could be described as a cod stew. Maybe cod poached on a bed of bean sprouts, with a few other vegetables, would be a better description.  It was pleasant, but I can't describe it as exciting. I had some fruit for dessert.

  What I have left out of what I ate are a few chunks of cheese, and several handfuls of nuts. Apart from the bread for the sandwiches, and maybe the fruit, I did choose stuff that would not adversely effect my blood glucose level. The bread and the fruit did mean it wasn't as low as I might have hoped this morning, but it was a fair start to a new month.

  I am happy to say that I slept well last night except for waking up feeling cold at around 4am (as I mentioned above). I made sure the duvet cover was covering me before getting back to sleep again. I did ponder getting out of bed to check my temperature in case I had a fever, but I thought I would wait for a few hours and do it when I got up. It was 35.4° C, and well below fever level (and low for most people except me - when it is about normal).

  In the 10 or 15 minutes it took me to get to sleep last night I nearly had reason for another bout of insomnia. I started wondering where all the bodies are - the bodies of all those alleged to have died of Covid-19. I have heard first hand from quite a few people who had something 'flu like months ago, and some also reported a loss of taste and/or smell for a few days. What I haven't heard of is anyone who knew someone who has died from Covid-19. I hear friend of a friend of a friend tales of someone dying, or similar relative of a relative of a relative (or a complex mix of friends and relatives), but no one seems to know anyone who has died. There are a few exceptions to this. I have heard of elderly friends or relatives dying, but as much as they may be very dear to people, it doesn't seem to be exceptional for people over 70 (and even 65, like myself) to die of anything at any time. It is just life. So is Covid-19 a deadly disease, or is it some sort of hoax ?

  To my great surprise, despite feeling cold in the night, I somehow seem to feel a bit less stiff and creaky this morning. For once this tallies with my main health indicators. I think my blood glucose was 7.2mmol/l this morning. That is slightly below my monthly average, although, as ever, it would have been nicer if it had been more like 6.5. My blood pressure was possibly very slightly higher than usual, but 112/74 is well low enough to keep my doctor happy.  My temperature was, after checking my records again, just 35.3° C (a tiny bit lower than I quoted from memory further up the page). I haven't had a poo yet, but if I had done so, and it was a reasonable amount, I think I might have even hit a trough on my slowly oscillating weight. Admittedly a solid fall would be far more satisfactory, but just keeping it between some fairly close limits seems like I must be doing something right.

  Today I feel like I have to get out for a walk. Ideally I would go out right now while the sun is shining, but I want to see if Angela goes to the park today. The only trouble is that it is hard to know who to trust and believe. The Met Office says 1pm will be very overcast, but probably dry, and the BBC says it will be raining. If it is raining I will get wet - it is not quite cold enough to wear a coat (although quite cool enough to wear long trousers) - and Angela won't be there. I guess I'll just have to trust to luck that it will be dry while I am out, and that Angela doesn't consider it too threatening to venture out under a dull sky.