Not all of today will features sunshine, but when it is not sunny there will be sunny spells. At the moment we are going through a period of sunny spells because there is still a fair amount of cloud around. The latest revision to the forecast has changed some hours of sunny spells to sunshine, and so it should be a very nice day once it warms up. It is rather cool this morning, but the afternoon should see 23° C. Tomorrow should see some sunny spells, but a lot of the day will see white cloud, and probably quite a few showers. The temperature should make 22° C though.
 
  Yesterday I was suffering from a mild form of the bends. The low atmospheric pressure may have been causing nitrogen bubbles to form inside my joints, and causing some discomfort. Of course that is probably rubbish, but it is the most elegant explanation I can think of to explain why I felt really creaky yesterday. For people of a certain age it is well know thing that damp days causes joint pain, but no one has ever explained why until I came up with my ludicrous theory above.

  It was because it was so dull and wet yesterday that yesterday became a day of rest, or just laziness, depending on which way you look at it. I didn't have a 100% lazy day because I did do some laundry (by hand), but for the rest of the day I lolled about reading and eating more than I should. I had several snacks with either cheese or spam with rice crackers. That should have been safe in terms of sugar content, but the calorie and fat content was probably unhealthy.

 When it came to dinner time I opted for what I thought should have been safe - soup. Where it all went wrong was the beer I was drinking. I had one can, and two bottles of beer last night. The canned beer, whose name I forget, and was a beer left here by Jodie, must have had a lot of sugar in it. I know this because the froth, as I poured it, overflowed the glass onto the kitchen floor. That patch is sticky like glue this morning. I can only imagine it is pure syrup, and if I don't clean it I will suffer an invasion of ants.

  I seemed to think I was having an early night last night until I looked at the clock when I turned the light out. I was probably more engrossed in the book I was reading than I thought I was. It was 10pm when I turned out the light, and I think I fell asleep quickly. I think I probably slept OK, although by the early hours of this morning it was starting to feel a bit too cool to sleep without pulling the duvet partly over me.

  I remember dreaming a lot, but I only remember an overview of a couple of dreams. One was a sort of variation on one I described yesterday, except instead of three computers being dumped in a skip by work, it was three bicyles. I grabbed one, and I think I thought I was going to ride it home. I stashed it under the stairs, but when I checked it before home time various bits had gone missing.

  Another dream was about going on a medium long train ride with a friend. It was a dream that seemed to have many different scenes, and most were difficult to describe. In one segment I seemed to be in something like a hotel room at the station where I changed my clothes. I might have had a wash too, but I don't remember that. The clue that I may have had a wash was when I was packing a bottle of shampoo, and one of conditioner. It is possible that that bit of dream happened after an event to explain how that event could have happened.

  That "event" was the scary bit of the dream. I was on the train with my friend, and I was looking for my ticket because a ticket inspector was approaching. I seemed to have quite a selection of tickets in my pocket, but none matched the journey I was on. I then remembered I had put the ticket in my wallet. When I checked my pocket it was empty. I was on the train with no ticket, and no money. I concluded I must have left the wallet in my other trousers.

  It was at that point I may have invented the dream of what had happened before to explain how I had changed my trousers. My vague memory says the part where I was in the hotel room happened before I was on the train, but I have this nagging idea I actually dreamed it after. I have no idea why I think this apart from marvelling at how inventive the sleeping mind is. There is a theory, based upon observations in sleep laboratories, that all dreams are mere seconds long, and that anything we think we remember in the morning is an artificial storyline made up of little segments that seem to fit together to make a longer narrative.

 This morning I still feel a bit creaky, but maybe not as bad as yesterday, and maybe getting better all the time. The rest of me is sort of so so. I do seem to have a mild headache, and I feel rather hungry. The latter is something I am really going to have to fight because my blood glucose has gone very high again this morning, 10.1mmol/l. I need to fast for most of today to get that down. Fortunately I can go for a walk in the sunshine today. I hope that warm sunshine and some painkillers will make walking pleasant enough to try and go for a full 4 miles today. I have a route in mind that means going over the top of Hilly Fields, and exiting from a different point. The walk would ten loop around, and if I feel masochistic enough I will also go over the top of Blythe Hill Fields. Of course I may go somewhere completely different !