08:37 BST

  There was a fair amount of sunshine yesterday, albeit mostly in the form of fairly long sunny spells. It was also warmer than recently with the temperature reaching 13° C. There was just enough breeze to dry clothes n the line quite quickly, but not enough to make it feel cool.

  

  Yesterday there was hope that today would feature a nice sunny afternoon, and maybe there is still time for a later revision of the forecast to re-instate them, but the early morning forecast, as shown above, shows very few sunny spells, and the latest revision only shows sunny spells for 11am, 2pm, 6pm and 7pm. The fact that it is sunny as I write this must be in my imagination ! The clouds do look thin and streaky, and I rather suspect there could be at least some hazy sunny spells now and then for some time. The good thing is that even without any significant sunshine it should still reach a pleasing 16° C this afternoon. Tomorrow will see the return to showers, but the temperature might still reach 15° C in the afternoon.

  I think I gave in to the Sunday blues yesterday. It was not a day where much happened. The only significant thing was that I did some laundry, by hand, and hung it on the line to dry. It included a small bath towel. I had it all on the washing line by 10am, and by 4pm I brought it in 99.5% dry. It was almost warm from the sun, but by 4pm the sun was getting hazy, and the angle was wrong for it to fall on my washing.

  The rest of my day was taken up being lazy. I did have an idea I might go out, but somehow I just couldn't seem to be bothered to do so. It wasn't pure lazyness because I did indulge (although indulge sounds like I liked it) in a different diversion. I started looking for a couple of pictures among my negatives taken on my old Praktika Super TL SLR camera in the days before digital cameras became affordable, and of good enough quality to be useful for anything more than a head and shoulders snap.

  I was actually looking for a few pictures I had taken of Birkbeck station before an old disused platform was rebuilt for the Croydon Tramlink. About 90% of my negatives have been scanned, and fortunately it was among them, but I probably missed them the first time I went through them. I finally found them, but it wasn't until I had edited the first one to improve how it looked, and then went to save it, that I realised I had already done the editing a few years ago. I still re-edited all three of the photos, and I think I may have done a slightly better job of it.

  Another thing I did yesterday was to somehow refrain from eating too much, or the wrong sort of stuff. It was another day when I really wanted some cake - not special, or luxury cake, but just something basic with some currants in it. I had, and still have an unopened box of Jaffa Cakes, but I knew they would be very bad for me, and so I left them alone. I had little else in the cupboard or fridge that wouldn't need a lot of preparation and/or cooking.

  What I did eat, a second lot of instant noodles, a couple of quarter pounder pattys with gherkins, a bag of mostly defrosted jumbo prawns, and something else that I can't remember, was generally unhealthy, but it was mostly moderately low in sugars (but not zero).  All this was mostly a reaction to my high-ish blood glucose reading in the morning - and it worked.

  I ended up watching a few things on TV last night. Two programmes were typically terribly edited documentaries where half an hour is used up by fillers, repeated bits, and similar crap, to convey about 10 minutes of information. I seem to think I might have watched a film as well last night, but maybe I didn't because I have no recollection of what it was about, let alone it's name. I definitely did some reading, but I don't think I was reading for long. I have no idea of the time when I went to sleep, but I would guess it was before 10pm, and maybe closer to 9pm.

  I had another good night's sleep if judged by the time I spent awake. The only weird thing, apart from a dream, was whether I woke up to go for a pee at 2.19am, or 2.35am ? Maybe I have two pees in quick succession, but somehow that feels very unlikely. Maybe one was a dream, or maybe I just misread the clock. I definitely had a dream on the subject of being lost - although I was not lost in the dream, but I think it was a metaphor for feeling like I am floating on a sea of possibilities, or probabilities, or in other words, I don't know what to do with my life.

  In the dream I appeared to be in Italy with my friend Patricia, her partner, and a young girl who was with us, but did and said nothing. We were all at a railway station, and I was keeping close to Patricia because I knew nothing about Italian railways, and couldn't speak Italian. The main part of the dream must have been inspired by my troubles with cancelled and delayed trains at Elmers End on Saturday.

  The was in information display showing a countdown to when out train was due to arrive. I don't think it displayed a destination, and I have no idea where we were going. The countdown would get close to zero, and then reset to 45 minutes or more. Eventually the numbers very quickly came down to zero, and we had to rush to get to the platform where our train would be. For some reason we didn't use a side passage where we could see out train, but carried on to the end of the passage.

  We came out by the dining and bar car. It was completely open at the top and sides. At that point the train started moving very slowly. One of the waiters or a barman opened a flap in the bar, and urged us to get on the train there. Once aboard he said we had to go to the office, and pointed us to a door. It should have been an inter carriage connecting door, but we seemed to enter into an office that was on the station forecourt - and not on the train ! I think we then went to a bar on the station, possibly a different station to the one we started at, and ordered some drinks. I don't really remember anything more about the dream from then on, and I suspect it was because I woke up for a pee.

  It wasn't a very cold night, but it was cold enough to justify having the heater on low all night, and to sleep under the duvet all night. I woke up at 6am, and before going for a pee I turned the heater up full. After the pee I went back to bed, but I hardly slept. I got up at about 6.30am. By then my bedroom had reached a comfortable temperature to slouch around hardly dressed, and do the usual routine.

  This morning my blood glucose was down to 7.8mmol/l. My eating regime yesterday seemed to work as hoped. I sort of felt OK with just a few creaks from assorted joints. This morning I had my shower quite early because I wanted to, and did go shopping in Aldi this morning. My blood glucose didn't seem quite low enough to treat myself to cake for breakfast, but I did buy a Madeira cake that is well sealed enough to survive in the cupboard for however long it takes to get a sub 7.0 reading when I check my blood glucose one happy morning.

  I did allow myself to buy a couple of carefully selected sandwiches to munch on for breakfast. Both were relatively low sugar compared to many of them. The only trouble with them was that I didn't get much satisfaction from them. They were both nice, but I wanted something exquisite, and while Aldi do sell a good selection, they sell nothing like a nice crusty sub filled with all that is nice. Maybe the ultimate, gold plated sandwich is just a figment of my imagination.

  I did seem to buy quite a wide selection of stuff, and I probably over did it a bit when I considered what was already in my fridge when I got home. The weirdest thing I bought was a bag of frozen calamari in breadcrumbs. I didn't really look to see if it was full of sugar, but I did check that it could be cooked in the oven, and didn't need a deep far fryer. I did go a bit overboard with the drinks I bought. I managed to stuff into my big ruscksack 3 x 2.25l bottles of Diet Coke, and 2 x 2l bottles of sugar free Dandelion & Burdock. I like that stuff, and it was probably worth breaking my back carrying 10.75kg on my back.

  The next thing I have to do is to finish washing a large bath towel I left soaking after I had had my shower. Ideally I should have had it on the line now because contrary to the weather forecast, most of the morning has been sunny. The latest revision to the forecast has grudgingly added 1, 2 and 3pm as featuring sunny spells. Once that towel is on the line I may do little else involving any muscular effort....on the other hand, if it is warm and bright, I could do a bit of gardening.