If I were to judge yesterday on how few times I could actually lay on my bed, gently vegetating, I could say I had a busy and productive day. By some measures it was busy, but it wasn't very productive. After going to Aldi, having some breakfast, and writing all I wrote yesterday morning, I did have a lay down and read some pages from the book I am currently reading, "Run To The Stars" by Michael Scott Rohan.

  Unfortunately I probably allowed myself to relax a bit too much. As I mentioned yesterday morning, I had some washing soaking in detergent, but I didn't seem to find the enthusiasm to finally finish washing that stuff, and getting it on the washing line until almost 2pm. To some extent it didn't really matter that it was so late. There wasn't that much in the way of sunshine, and at this time of year the sun doesn't even touch anything but the very far end of the washing line.

  There was a bit of breeze yesterday, but it was a cold breeze. Maybe 32 hours of that continually blowing on my washing might have got it dry, but when I brought that washing in, just before 6pm, it was still very damp. I had little choice but to bring it in, and use a fan heater on low to help it dry on the clothes horse. I only used the fan heater for about an hour yesterday, and I've turned it on again this morning to finally dry all the stuff (and it could be useful to take the chill off the front room).

  I spent a fair bit of time in the front room yesterday, and while the sun we did get didn't manage to get the room warm, it did take the chill off it. It made it comfortable to do some more VHS to digital transfers, and by "more" I really mean one more tape. It was a three hour VHS tape, and I'm not sure if it was worth the effort because as far as I could tell it was a bit fragmented. It was a recording of a special event on the BBC where they celebrated all the stuff they had made in their old Lime Grove studios (which preceded the famous "Television Centre" premises).

  I watched some of the tape as it was playing into the old PC I use to do the analogue to digital transfer. A lot of the tape seemed to be complete old programmes that had been made in Lime Grove. They included an interesting example of "Dixon Of Dock Green", one single episode of "Quatermass II", and the first ever Dr Who story "An Unearthly Child". I had been hoping to see more about the Lime Grove building, and maybe the equipment in it showcased. Maybe I missed that bit. It is going to be a tedious business going through the digital files, trying to see if I can edit together something worth keeping. I have a pessimistic idea that it might be a waste of time.

  There were few times when I could relax enough to start thinking about food yesterday, but inevitably it happened. I was feeling a bit experimental and had an interesting lunch. I noticed that the nutritional information on an old tin of butter beans in water was similar to some known low sugar soups. My lunch was that can of warmed up butter beans, with some chilli sauce and a bit of dressing followed by a can of Tesco very low sugar cream of chicken soup.

  For dinner I tried the Tikka Masala Lamb burgers I pictured yesterday. I had my doubts about them, but I must admit they were quite pleasant. I don't think I feel any urge to buy them again, but if I saw them with a reduced price sticker on them I would probably be tempted. I had them on a deep bed of watercress with some balsamic vinegar and oil dressing on it. In theory it should have been a fairly healthy meal. The only thing I had a bit later was a chunk of Dutch cheese to nibble on.

  I can't decided if I slept well or not. I seemed to wake up a bit more than I would have liked, but I can't remember any special difficulty of falling asleep again. I guess that is good if true. It must have been around 5am when I entered that special sort of sleep where I seemed to be dreaming a lot, and some of those dreams might have been about waking up and thinking about my dreams. It is, of course, possible that I did wake up and think about the dreams, but the fact that I can't seem to remember enough about those dreams to write any sort of coherent narrative about them suggests that I was dreaming about waking up to consider my dreams. Wheels within wheels....

  I know I did some "experimental" eating yesterday, but I was hoping I took sufficient care to not raise my blood glucose too far this morning. I was not happy to see it had risen to 9.0mmol/l. That is not awful, but still annoying. I feel I should be able to do better than that. Maybe today will be better if I take extra care, and maybe throw in a bit of exercise or something, but at the moment I feel like taking the cowards way out, and blame the recently opened now pack of glucose test strips as being somehow faulty. That is not likely, but it is possible.

  By now we should have had at least one sunny spell if the weather forecast contains a single iota of truth, but all I can see is some thin grey light, and it does nothing to motivate me. In fact it is quite the opposite. It just depresses me. I had been feeling some low desire to go out with my camera today. I wasn't thinking of a long, or even medium length walk, but maybe something like going to Clapham Junction station to take some pictures of trains. Maybe that will still happen, but I cannot find a single milli-iota of enthusiasm for it right now.