One of the things that spoiled yesterday was my bowels. It didn't feel like I managed to empty them in the morning. That left a nagging feeling that there was more to come, and from time to time I did feel as if something should happen, but it never did. The only real outcome of that was that I didn't feel it safe to go out. I was otherwise ready to go to Clapham Junction (probably) if anything had happened, toilet wise, before midday. It didn't !

  On reflection it was probably good that I didn't go out with my camera. The afternoon was rather grey, and while that rather flat light can be good to avoid extremes of contrast, I don't think it would have produced many, or any good photos. Instead of going out to get more photos I did more with my old photos. My much longer than intended job of cataloguing all my existing train photos took up several more hours yesterday.

  I am making fairly good progress recording every photo on an ever increasing size of spreadsheet. It now features 54 sheets representing 54 different types of trains. At this point I am concentrating on "modern" diesel or electric trains, but I really ought to include all the pictures I have of older slam door trains. Like now, when I am trying to record as many class 465 "Networker" trains before they are replaced (although maybe not on all routes) by class 707 trains, I did have a flurry of snapping some slam door trains as they were being taken out of service. Adding all those slam door trains to my spreadsheet will be another huge task ! I am trying to remember what the point of all this was....

  Another great distraction yesterday was doing more VHS to digital video copying. I couldn't raise the enthusiasm to start editing the big transfer I did the previous day of the BBC's "Line Grove studios" night, and I am wondering it is worth bothering with. Yesterday's big transfer was probably worth bringing into the digital realm. It was a series of 6 programmes called "The Beer Hunter" presented by Michael Jackson - a beer drinker, and not a singer and dancer ! Although Jodie, in particular, was aware of the wealth of "foreign" beers some time before the programme was aired, it probably did help lead on to our regular beer drinking sessions now.

  Yesterday was another day when I had less time to relax than it might seem considering how little I ended up doing, but somehow I did seem to be doing odd little things now and again on top of the two big projects. Unfortunately it was not enough to completely distract me from wanting to eat - even after having some fish for breakfast. By 2pm, or thereabouts, I think I was feeling hungry, but the vague ache in the belly region could have been constipation or trapped wind. Later on there was plenty of evidence of no longer trapped wind.

  As I write this I can't help but smiling at the idea that all this talk of bowels and trapped wind, is typical of old people. Once upon a time we used to wonder why old people would always go on about their ailments, but now I am old the reason is crystal clear - we have nothing better to moan about !

  I'm trying to think how I satisfied my desire for food yesterday afternoon. I can remember eating some cheese, but it seems unlikely that was all I had. Whatever it was it did seem to partly work. It was probably mind over matter, or maybe it was just the knowledge that I had done my best to stop my stomach rumbling, and anything else just had to wait until it passed naturally.

  Evidently I was comfortable enough to leave it a bit late to cook my dinner. This was partly because I hadn't fully decided what I was going to have. I decided that I should eat the chicken thighs I had in the fridge first because they could be the first thing to go off if left in there too long. I oven cooked 4 of them with a good covering of assorted seasonings, but they took too long to cook for a 6pm dinner. I eventually ate them at about 6.30pm. In the meantime, because the smell of them cooking had me drooling, I had a can of lentil soup.

  I seemed to sleep better than recently last night. I think I was asleep by, or even before 10pm. At first I woke a few times to go for a wee, but my sleeps seemed to get longer and longer - particularly after I turned the heater on at 3am. By then the outside temperature was down to about 8° C. From about 5am (as far as I can guess) I seemed to have a huge jumble of dreams. Most seem to have faded away now, and the odd fragments are hardly worth describing. I woke at about 6.40am, and thought I would try for another 10 minutes, or ideally 20 minutes sleep before getting up. It was almost 8am when I woke up next.

  The good news is that this morning my blood glucose is down to 8.3mmol/l this morning. I am going to need many more days of it being this low, or preferably lower still if I am going to get the average for the end of the month down after the high start of this month. I must say I don't feel all that wonderful for having got my blood glucose down, and I would be happier if I had made a bigger deposit when I went to the toilet this morning. Maybe it is my imagination, but it strongly feels that the output is not matching the input.

  Once again I have a sort of constipated feeling. Maybe it doesn't matter today because I don't think I have any intention of going out today. Maybe my breakfast might do something for me tomorrow morning. It was a remarkably oily smoked mackerel with peri-peri seasoning. It was nice, but I'll probably be burping that fishy taste all morning or more, although nothing has happened yet.

  So what am I doing today ? One thing I will probably do is to start editing the "Beer Hunter" programmes I transferred from VHS to digital video yesterday. "Editing" sound more technical (or something) than simply finding the start and finish of each episode in a couple of huge video files, and saving each one as a numbered episode. In theory it sounds easy, but it does require a bit of patience, and could easily eat several hours - more of I get distracted and start to watch some of it. Ideally I should not watch any of it, apart from what I need to see to do the editing, until I can watch them as a complete set of programmes (although probably not all at once).  The other never ending task is the cataloguing of my train photos. I might easily spend several more hours on that.