Today could be a whole 4° warmer than yesterday, but it comes at the price of dirty coloured skies instead of the nice blue skies yesterday. Today is going to be dull, and later on very dull, but that may be after sunset, and so it doesn't really apply. The good news is that the 50% chance of rain at 4pm, shown in the screenshot above, has disappeared from the latest revision to the forecast. It is now shown as a 10% chance, like a lot of the day. That does mean there is still a possibility of a shower. The afternoon should manage 13° C. Tomorrow will probably be similar, but there is a chance of a short sunny spells, but anything could happen in the next 24 hours.
 
  Yesterday was both good and bad. In reality it was heavily biassed towards the bad, but in my imagination it wasn't such a bad day. The whole course of the day was steered by the fact I had eaten an overdose of sprouts the previous day. It was a nice bright and sunny morning, albeit rather chilly, and I was gearing myself up to go for a walk. I was dressed, and had my camera at the ready, when I decided it might be prudent to visit the toilet again. At that point the sprouts did their stuff, and while I was fairly sure I was empty, I couldn't be sure that there was more to come. As it happens there was no more, but I had decided walking far from any toilets might not be prudent.

 It turned out to be a good idea not to go out because 10 minutes later my doorbell rang, and it was the postman. He had a small packet for me. I knew what it was, or at least I hoped I knew what it was, and I was right, it was the last of the books I had ordered from Amazon. As pictured on the left, it was the book of the original Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy Radio scripts.

  I ended up spending quite a bit of time quietly laying on my bed reading the book - not all the time though. I think it could have been something like 3 to 4pm when I just lay on my bed, partly dozing off, just soaking up the warm sunshine coming through my bedroom window. It felt deliciously warm, and almost like laying on a soft sandy beach in summer. I only stopped when the sun had moved around the sky enough that only my face was catching the sun, and the rest of me was starting to feel cool.

  Back to the book... It has 3 (or was it 4) forewords about the book. Two of them were written by the same man, Geofrey McGiven, and were written for a previous edition of the book, and this one. All the forewords were interesting, but the meat of the book is the scripts for the radio series. The interesting thing is that the radio series didn't always end up following the original scripts. This means there is yet another version of the story. The radio series was subtly different to to the books. The books were subtly different from the TV series, and that was slightly different to the 12" Vinyl records of the story. I believe that all were slightly different from the stage version (but I never saw that so I can't fully comment). It is now a delight to read through this book, and read a story I know, but not quite in this way.

  I guess that in the end I spent most of my day either reading the book, or reading stuff from all corners of the internet, plus searching through my own photo archives looking for some pictures taken of "Catford Green" - the monstrosity that now resides where the old greyhound stadium, it's car park, and overflow car park, used to stand. I can remember taking them, but I can't seem to find them. I suspect I took them as part of a different photo outing, and I have only labelled them with the main objective of my outing.

  The only other thing I did yesterday was to eat crap instead of anything resembling a proper meal. In the end I didn't eat that much quantity wise, but everything I did eat I probably should not have. I thought I could get away with the two sandwiches I had because I ate them early in the morning, and at that time I thought I would be going for a 3 mile walk. The big bag of crisps could be called my lunch, although I did make the bag last into the afternoon. I did try and seal the bag to eat later, much later, maybe even today, but I couldn't resist opening it for a few more crisps every now and then until it was empty.

  With hindsight it seems stupid now, but I thought I would have a light dinner. It was light, but nutritionally very bad. It was Polish pot noodles. I say Polish, but in truth they could have been from other East European countries. The weird thing is that I came away with the idea that despite having a foreign language label, they may have been made in the UK. The soup and flavouring sachets inside were all labelled in English, and the top had a tab clearly marked with the word "Pull". Maybe pull is a universal word that is the same in all sorts of languages, but somehow I doubt it. Anyway, like most, but not all, pot noodles, they were rubbish !

  Once again TV failed to really grab my attention last night. I found myself flicking between three channels, and the internet for some of the evening. By 8pm I had given up on TV, and I was thinking about bed, but really I was thinking about reading in bed, and not sleeping. When I had finished reading all the forewords I got again to check out some web pages on my PC. I was sort of teasing myself to make reading the first of the scripts more exciting. I read that first series script, and then tried for sleep.

  Sleep did not come quickly. This was partly because my brain would not shut up, and partly because I felt uncomfortable. I am still suffering from my "twisted rib", or maybe "floating rib". Of course these are just words that seem to suggest the problem rather than describe it in medical detail. Basically my rib cage is going through another phase where it clicks and pops, and grates, when making some moves, and it leaves it sore. Turning over sharply, or in the wrong way, can bring sharp stabs of pain.

  I think it may have been after 11pm before I got to sleep, or maybe my first long period of sleep. Having got that far I mostly slept OK, but in the last hours of the night I was doing some quite intense, and seemingly constant dreaming. The dreams skipped from scene to scene, but all took place in what seemed like a shopping mall that had ended up being used by loads of shops selling mostly electronic junk. I use the word "junk" as not truly a descriptive word for stuff that was actual useless rubbish. It was very much like the old Amateur Radio rallies I used to go to where all sorts of traders would bring out both old and new stuff. Many would specialise in selling surplus stuff, and if you have a good eye you could pick up all sorts of bargains.

   I just seemed to be wandering around from level to level in this old shopping mall seeing all sorts of interesting stuff. One shop had a couple of old and interesting cameras in the window, but when I opened the shop door I found the place dark and deserted. I guess that I could have just picked the cameras up and walked away with them. Sometime I seemed to be accompanied by (I think) Jodie. She seemed to be looking for a reflector for a PAR (polished aluminium reflector) lamp (as used a lot for stage lighting until LED lamps came along). Quite why she needed one is a mystery.

  I didn't feel all that good when I finally decided to give up trying to sleep, and got up at around 7am. It was nothing specific beyond a rather full compliment of familiar aches and pains. Many are fading now, but I am glad I described my sleep as "mostly" OK, because on reflection it seems obvious that a lot of my sleep was quite bad, or maybe the positions I was sleeping in were bad...or something.

  After eating so much crap yesterday, and doing zero exercise, it was no suprise that my blood glucose has gone up, but it a surprise how little it has gone up. At 8.6mmol/l it is a tiny bit over my typical monthly average, and just 0.1 higher than yesterday. Once again I have had a couple of sandwiches for breakfast. That has used up the last of the seeded loaf I have been enjoying, and that won't be any temptation again. I hope to try and eat more sensibly for the rest of the day, and maybe get some exercise.

  To my amazement the sun has broken through the clouds, and for a few minutes it almost looks OK, although it is really only the sun lighting up my bedroom that looks OK. Outside most of the sky still looks very dirty. I don't know if I will end up going out, and if I do whether it will be better exercise than just a walk to the shops. One bit of exercise I will probably do is to hand wash some clothes after I have had a shower, and washed my hair. The latter (washing my hair) is mainly in case I go out tonight. My track record of getting to gigs is terrible at the moment, but The Heat, who have a nice female lead singer, are playing in The Swan in West Wickham tonight. There are quite a few more gigs going on in the general area tonight, and they will hopefully draw away a few people who irritate me. The chances are that I will be in bed, and possibly asleep by the time The Heat start, but you never know...