The latest revision to the forecast looks very different to the screenshot above. The revised forecast shows rain from 11am until gone 8pm. Some of the rain may be light, but some of it may be heavy, and thunderstorms are predicted for midday and 3pm. I have a feeling it won't be quite that bad, but even half that bad is pretty awful ! The afternoon temperature is now thought to be just 20° C. At the moment the forecast for tomorrow shows it may be warmer, 25° C, and feature a lot of sunny spells until it rain after dark.

  Before leaving the subject of the weather it is interesting to look back 2 years ago...
  That was a hot day ! I can't remember if it all ended in a bang at midnight as can be seen at the very right of the screenshot - although the BBC weather forecasts do tend to be free and easy with their predictions of thunderstorms.

  Yesterday was quite a dull day - both in terms of the weather, and in terms of it being a very unexciting day. The very grey skies in the morning, and then the rain, sucked any enthusiasm I had for doing anything. The one thing I did do made it feel worse. It was to select and edit the photos I included in a photo album of Chain's gig on Friday night. Sometimes it feels like an intrusion into my free time when I spend an hour or sometimes a fair bit more editing photos, and yet that is the whole point of it - to get better pictures than others are showing on social media.

   I think I felt a bit downhearted that maybe only one in twelve (or was it ten ?) photos was actually usable. Maybe it is an incorrect belief of mine that professional photographers would take the same amount of photos, and each one was a technically good shot (in focus, and correctly exposed), but then they would select just a few that show a particular smile, look, or something else that makes a few stand out. If I had taken my photos on film then I would have been wasting money on shots that were out of focus, or over exposed. Maybe it is always like this, but the weather was just making me feel gloomy.

  The predicted afternoon just didn't fall yesterday, and it must have been 3pm when there had been a few, brief, sunny spells. I decided it was probably time I had a shower, and got up properly, although by properly I mean to put on clothes suitable to face the public in. I had decided I would go on a very short walk - just to the shop on Catford Bridge that sells, among many other things, cans of Polish beer.

  I don't think I can describe the walk to the shop, which takes just 5 minutes, as enjoyable, but it is the first half mile of any walk that feels the worst. When I got to the shop I found they had a good selection of Polish beers, and a few other beers that seemed slightly "exotic". No doubt Jodie will turn her nose up at them because she had tried them all in the last 20 years, but that is her problem, not mine.

  Among the beers were some cans of the same beer I had bought in The Transylvania shop, and they also had the same smoked beer as I bough there too. Of more interest to me was that they had some of the little pots of beans salad (and similar) that make for nice farty snacks. They are fairly low in calories, and sugar - or so I delude myself into thinking (I still have two unopened pots - I must check them later today).

  I ate the 3 bean salad, and the chick pea with Feta salad soon after getting home again. That was only an hour or so before dinner time. At that point I was contemplating getting a takeaway for dinner, but I pushed that thought away, and went for a smaller dinner. I decided to try the Hungarian sausage I had bought from the Transylvania shop. I had no idea what it would be like. One thing I did work out was that it seemed to be cooked, and could be eaten cold.

  I decided to cook mine just to be safe. Each sausage was about a foot long, and I cut them into about 3 inch pieces. Once I cut into them I could see they were very much like pepperoni. It was course meat with fat and gristle that was mixed with a lot of paprika. I grilled them for about 20 minutes, and a lot of orange fat came out. I ate them with tinned peas, and they were rather nice. I only ate about half of them, and I'll be eating the rest today - maybe even for lunch.

  There were a few interesting things on TV last night - mostly music stuff on Sky Arts, but by 9pm I had had enough TV, and went to bed to read before going to sleep. I can't be sure, but I think I might have fallen asleep by 10pm. My room was a very comfortable temperature last night, and I could have slept well, and maybe I did, but I still seemed to wake up every 2 or 3 hours. I definitely dreamed a lot last night, and one dream seemed to last for ages.

  In this dream I seemed to have swapped a VCR, or PC for a motorbike. I have never dreamed about motorbikes before (as far as I am aware) and so this was a first. The motorbike had one significant fault. The saddle/seat was loose, and was slipping backwards. Part of the dream involved riding some of the way home on the motorbike. I did most of it in a sort of racing posture, laying almost flat on the tank as the seat slipped backwards.

  The dream was not continuous, and so was presumably lots of small dreams one after another. Lots of these shorter dreams were about repairing that faulty seat fixing. I don't know if it was fixed before I stopped dreaming about it, but I was definitely making progress. One thing I had to be careful of was using screws that were too long, and that might puncture the petrol tank. Despite it having a petrol tank it almost seemed like it was an electric bike because when I was riding it I used just one control - the accelerator handle bar twist was more like am electric speed control. I have no memory of using my feet to operate the gears, or rear brake - probably because I have no real idea how those things work.

  I woke up just after 6am, and decided it was too early to get up. I kept forcing myself back to sleep until it was almost 8am - that is a long lie in for me ! At some point during that extra couple of hours of sleep I had another long seeming dream. It was all a bit vague, but basically I was back at work. My actual place of work in the dream was like a mix of many places I have worked at. I didn't really do much during the dream except observe others working, but I can't remember what they were working on. What I do remember was how relaxed it all was. I was over the age of retirement, and I seemed to be there more for fun than any other reason. I didn't care if I was sacked for not doing enough because I was always on the point of retiring anyway. In some ways it mirrored my last days at my last job. I earned my money there by what I could do when needed, rather than by continually doing stuff.

  This morning my blood glucose has shot up to 9.8mmol/l, and I am not sure why. I don't think I ate anything that bad, but I supposed I did eat a selection of stuff that individually may have been a little bad. That had depressed me a little, and the grey sky outside, and impending threat of rain has depressed me more. I am also depressed by thinking about the fact that I found it hard going walking up the hill from West Wickham station to get to Chain's gig on Friday night. The actual depressing bit is thinking how hard I'll have to work to get back to how I was last year when I was tackling much bigger and longer hills with less trouble. That was only possible by the pain of practice, and now I should be doing it all over again, but on a day like today I don't want even think about it.

  This afternoon Jodie should be over for another beer drinking session - unless we do get some serious rain just as she wants to travel. In which case she may call it off. If she comes over it may be briefly amusing watching her turning her nose up at the beers I have bought recently. Apart from that I can't seem to imagine doing anything else today.