It is drizzling now, and there was some heavier rain earlier. I think there has been some sort of rain falling since the early hours. The latest revision to the forecast still shows rain for 10 and 11am, and more at 1pm. It has also changed most of the light clouds to dark clouds. It feels like it could drizzle all day. It's another cold day with a probable maximum temperature of 7° C. Tomorrow could feature heavy rain from around 11am, and although it will eventually get lighter, the rain may not stop until after sunset. Once again the maximum temperature could be 7° C.

  Yesterday turned out to be a terrible day. As I was writing my final paragraph yesterday I became aware of some discomfort in the bottom area. I assumed it was just wind. I think I had farted a few times since going to the toilet earlier in the morning, and that visit seemed very satisfactory. It turned out that it was not wind, but something far. far worse. I'll draw a veil over what actually happened, but I will admit that a change of underwear and shower was needed.

  I felt pretty rotten after that, and it wasn't even all over. I had to make another visit to the toilet, although it didn't have the urgency of what came before. I was one of those occasions when you thing "where is it all coming from ?". My belly felt quite sore in the afternoon. I would have hoped for a nice empty feeling, but that never happens. It felt more like I had been punched in the stomach.

  All I could do was to lay down and quietly read. That was certainly a great distraction from anything I felt, but sometimes you have to put the book down, and rest the eyes. By 3pm, maybe 4pm, the discomfort seems to start feeling like hunger.  Perhaps it was 3pm because I had some cheese and crackers first, and maybe an hour later I still wanted something to eat, but I thought I dare not eat anything too substantial. My eyes alighted on a packet of alleged sugar free dark chocolate digestive biscuits. With hindsight I ate too many of those because they are not as sugar free as the packet suggests !

  My original plan was not to eat anything after about 3pm because I wanted to make a determined effort to go out to a gig last night. It was the gig where both Angela and Miranda were (and did) go to, and I really wanted to see them, and I really wanted to hear Miranda doing some guest singing. The trouble was that the stomach trouble tipped me over the edge, and I couldn't face going out. I was pretty sure that I would be free of any more bottom troubles, but I still felt sort of sore, and also tired. It was a bit like feeling ill, and in a way I suppose I was.

  I felt better after a large whisky, but I prefer not to "pre load" if going to a pub because while it feels nice to get slowly drunk, it doesn't feel nice to get very drunk. The whisky did convince me that I ought to have some sort of dinner - maybe so I could have a few more large whiskies before bed. I decided that the best thing would be some soup, but to avoid lentil soup (it did appear that what passed earlier on had included a lot of part digested lentil soup !). I ended up having a cream of chicken soup, a can of chunky beef and vegetable soup

 When that all went down OK I looked for something else. I finished with a pot of instant char sui flavoured rice. Like the last one of three pots I bought, it was not very nice. Yesterday I might have discovered why. It wasn't until I sripped off the cardboard label, as suggested for recycling purposes, that I finally saw the "fill line" that was referred to in the instructions. In fact there were three fill lines. As well as an "optimum" fill (with boiling water) there was a suggestion for a much thicker and intense flavour, and one for a much thinner, soup like, mix. Like the first of the pots I tried, many months ago, I assumed you filled it about 2/3rd of the way to the top. That gave the thin, soup-like version. I think it would be nicer to use half the boiling water, and have a much denser result.

  Like the previous night I spent some of the evening watching TV, and more of the evening reading in bed. I also took a couple of Paracetamol tablets an hour before going to sleep. Like the night before I was rewarded with quite a good sleep. I didn't attempt to go to sleep at what I would call my normal time, 9pm, and it was probably approaching 11pm when I got to sleep. I had one bit of insomnia in the night, but it probably only lasted about 10 minutes, although it did seem more.

  It was no effort to have a lie in this morning, and it was almost 8am when I woke up feeling like it was time to get up. This morning my blood glucose was up to 9.4mmol/l, and I think I mostly blame those "sugar free" dark chocolate digestive biscuits. It is possible they claim them to be "zero sugar" because that is the case for the biscuit itself, and they conveniently forget that the chocolate is loaded with sugar. I don't know if that is strictly true or not, but I do know that the last time I believed what it said on the packet, and ate rather a lot of those biscuits I had a high blood glucose reading the next morning.

  I feel both good and bad this morning. The bad is a selection of aches and pains. I think my probable repetitive strain injury, from over use of the computer mouse, is playing up a lot this morning. My right wrist and part of my hand feels quite sore when I make certain movements. Curiously, my right shoulder is also aching a lot. It hasn't done that for quite a long time - maybe not since last winter - which could be a clue to it's origin, and probably a few other aches.

  When I look out the window it looks disgustingly horrible out there. I feel I ought to go for a walk to free up some little used muscles and joints, but I don't think I can face it. I am wary about going out to the shops because I don't know if they are enforcing mask wearing in any way. I feel sure I will be OK in Aldi tomorrow morning, but Poundland usually has a big ugly bouncer on the door, and he may be tasked with turning back non mask wearers as well as his usual duties of just looking ugly.

  Somehow it doesn't feel like I will be leaving my house today. It will be hard to raise any enthusiasm to do anything indoors when it it is so dull outside that it needs a light on indoors just to find your own feet.  Oh well, it's a Sunday, and Sundays are traditionally depressingly mind numbing boredom.