It was noticeable how cool it got last night. I found the thin duvet cover was not enough to make me feel warm, and it 3am this morning I turned the heater on low. The temperature had fallen to about 12° C in the early hours this morning, but it is now slowly climbing to give a high of 18° C according to the latest revision to the forecast (and not the 19° C shown above of an earlier prediction). The latest revision also predicts a small chance of a light shower at 10am and 2pm. This mornings medium grey sky could turn a shade lighter this afternoon. Tomorrow is currently predicted to be dark grey, and very wet, and very cool - maybe no more than 13° C.

   Yesterday may have been dull, but with almost no rain it was not so crushingly depressing, and while I was only moderately active, it was better than not active at all. One of the first things I did was to do a small amount of laundry. I did consider the possibility of trying to dry it outside, but the garden was still looking very damp from the previous days rain, and I dried that laundry on a clothes horse indoors.

  Other stuff I did is harder to describe in any specific way. A lot of it was general tidying up - sometimes putting things away that had been left laying around for a long time. One easily described thing, by name, but not by quantity or quality, was some washing up. I cleared the sink of stuff that had been in there a day or two. Nothing in there needed much in the way of cleaning because I had rinsed off every item before abandoning it until yesterday.

  I did seem to spend a fair bit of yesterday looking at computer screens. Some was news, and some was ripping another pile of CDs to mp3 files. Some was educational....sort of. Some of the CDs I ripped were music magazine cover disks. That lead me to realize a truth I had probably tried not to think of before. A typical cover mount CD would have 12 tracks on it. Out of those 12 tracks there could be a couple that are good, a couple that are ignorable, many that I would rather not listen to, and a couple that gave less pleasure than poking red hot pokers through your ear drums.

  It was of the latter that forced a small increment in my education by learning of the word excrescent, and possibly how to spell it. Unfortunately it does not mean what I hoped it would mean - something to do with excretion, particularly of feaces, but anyone reading it doesn't need to know what it actually is, and it still sounds derogatory enough to describe the worst tunes (?) on those cover mount CDs. The ultimately surprising thing is that someone walks among us who must have liked those worst that worst songs to have them included on the CD. It doesn't matter if (bribe) money was paid to put them on the CD because that just pushes the problem further up the food chain.

  At lunchtime I just had some soup. As dinner time approached my mind began to wander towards the idea of a takeaway again. One other thing I did earlier in the day was to pay off my credit card. It was a LOT larger than I thought it might be, but part of the blame for that is that I paid for my TV licence using my credit card. Having reset my balance back to zero, faulty reasoning meant I could afford a takeaway. I really fancied a curry, and that is what I ordered - plus spares for tonight's dinner.

  That curry was delicious. I broke with my own protocols and ate it with a naan bread. On reflection that may not have been the best idea for one simple reason - I now have quite a surplus of rice. I am very sure that the dishes I ordered didn't indicate they came with rice on the online menu. I ordered rice seperately, and this morning I have 4 portions of rice to use somehow. At least one will probably end up on the bird table.

  Last night there seemed to be no entertainment on TV at all...or at least not in the time periods of most interest to me. All I watched was one old episode of Blake's 7 from my DVD collection. I guess I could have watched more, but I ended up catching up on some technical news on the internet, and then I took my book to bed to read until 10pm. I actually watched the clock tick the last few seconds before turning out the light at exactly 10pm. I didn't deliberately time it like that, it just happened that way.

  My sleep was both good and bad last night. Until about 3am this morning it was generally bad. Before then I was feeling colder and colder everytime I woke up, and feeling cold made many bits of me ache. My right shoulder was one of the main casualties, and the other was my chest. My chest has been mostly OK recently, but it was popping and clicking a lot last night, and while each pop or click is painless, it can be the forerunner of aching ribs. At 3am (or was it 2am ?) I turned my heater on low, and it didn't seem to take long before I felt much more comfortable. I also had better dreams. I was about to describe a couple of dreams, but I realise almost all my memories of them have evaporated. All I can remember is that the dreams I had in the last few hours of sleep were warm and pleasant feeling.

   It was with great apprehension that I checked my blood glucose this morning. I was expecting the curry and naan bread to have a very negative impact. I am happy to say I was wrong ! This morning my blood glucose was 8.6mmol/l. That was down a very little bit from yesterday's 8.7mmol/l. Both figures are in the safety area, but still higher than is desirable. I have decided to lay off using the bathroom scales for a while. This is mainly because it is hard to believe I will have lost any weight, and if anything it could be a small weight gain. This morning, in particular, because I feel like I am constipated again - although it may well be just a matter of timing.

  The main attraction today is definitely not the grey sky, but this afternoon's boozing session. Maybe this time it will be a cider instead of beer session. I have put all the ciders in the fridge to chill, and will be peeved if Jodie decides she doesn't want cider today - three of the cans of cider in the fridge were those she brought over herself ! Before that I have a little (or more) tidying up to do. I don't think I can be bothered with much more, although I might possibly go to Poundstretcher for some more bird food for the bird table.