The weather forecast
for today reminds me a lot of yesterday. Some
sunshine in the morning, and then quite a few
hours of no sunshine in the afternoon. It
would seem to be too cloudy for even sunny
spells for quite a few hours. Even the
predicted afternoon high of 21° C could be
something like yesterday. It is worth
mentioning that the BBC shows a more
optimistic sunny spells through the whole day.
Tomorrow is looking worse than today. The
current Met Office prediction is for a few
hours of sunshine early tomorrow morning, and
then the rest of the day could be overcast.
The temperature may still may 21° C.
In one respect yesterday was a wasted
day, but otherwise it could be described as a
pleasant day. The only thing, of note, that I
did was to wash three pairs of lounge pants,
and a pair of underpants. I got them all on
the line to dry before midday, and by about
4pm they were warm and dry when I brought them
in after a short sunny spells. For a while it
did seem that the clouds were thickening up,
and I wondered if a thunderstorm might be
building up, but an hour or two later and
there were a few more sunny spells. Most were
short sunny spells.
My whole day was approached by the idea
that I would be going out again in the
evening. That didn't happen, and maybe
that was a good thing because the previous
night left me feeling very tired yesterday. I
kept wanting to snooze, and I did have a few
snoozes, although I think they were all short
ones, but who knows ? Time does not flow
smoothly when asleep, and I wasn't clock
watching. Anything could have happened.
I'm not sure why I felt so tired. I had
slept well after the Friday night gig,
although I am sure I complained about waking
up too early yesterday morning. Maybe I only
got 6 hours of good sleep instead of 8 hours,
and it does seem I do need a full 8 hours
sleep every night. It is a shame I just don't
seem to have the night owl genes to sleep late
in the morning. I regard 8am as a lay in,
while night owls have probably only just
finished partying all night at that time.
I did my best, and mostly succeeded in
eating very lightly during the day so I
wouldn't feel stodgy and slowed down in the
evening. It wasn't such a frugal diet as
Friday, which was exceptionally good, because
I did have a snack of 4 rice cakes with an
excessive amount of ready sliced cheese on
them. The problem/my excuse is that the rice
cakes are roughly 3.5 inches in diameter, and
each slice of cheese was almost 5 inches wide.
So I spent the day eating mostly
lightly, reading, and snoozing until 6pm when
I washed my hair and had a shower. I checked
on the internet and found the gig I was going
to go to was supposed to start at 8pm (or
usually half an hour later). I sent a text
message reminding Angela of the start time,
and to check that she was going. She replied
that she had decided not to go. That was a bit
of a blow, but probably a bigger one to the
band, featuring lover boy on drums. Reports I
heard was that the gig was very poorly
attended.
I was only going to go out to keep
Angela company, but once she said she wasn't
going I had to re-plan my evening. One of the
first things I did was to have some dinner. It
was not a big meal, and it was very simple. I
had been looking forward to trying some chilli
and cheese flavoured burgers I had bought from
Tesco. It was a six pack (the only size
available), and I couldn't eat all 6. I cooked
three of them, and I'll probably have the
other three today. They were good, but maybe
only as a novelty, and I probably will not buy
any more of them.
There seemed to be a big fat zero on TV
last night, and so I amused myself in the
evening with two recordings of the ITV's
Sherlock Holmes stories with Jeremy Brett as
Sherlock Holmes. Having read all the books I
feel that the ITV treatment was very
authentic. Other attempts to cover the
Sherlock Holmes stories didn't seem to have
the feel of the times they were set in.
By 9pm I was in bed reading, and I
think I was fast asleep by 10pm...at least I
think I was. I seemed to sleep very well last
night, but waking up, and not being able to
get to sleep again (for at least half an hour)
at 4.30am was annoying. I must admit that
being as it was light outside it did seem to
feel like it might be time to get up, but I
also felt like another couple of hours sleep
might be good.
It was in the next hour or two
(possibly 90 minutes) of sleep that I had the
only dream that I can remember enough to write
about. It was set at work, although it could
easily have been set at home too. The main
feature was a shelf with loads of packets of
crisps in mostly white bags. They were all
different flavours, and all special flavours.
I had been collecting them as special editions
for some time. I knew they only had a limited
shelf life, and it felt like time to eat one
or two, or three packs. They were delicious,
but I am not sure how many I actually ate. I
am sure I ate them while other stuff was going
on, but only eating them seems to have
remained in my memory.
I think it was around 6.30am when I
woke up next, and for the final time. My
waking thoughts were that I hoped all those
crisps in my dream didn't effect my blood
glucose reading. I needn't have worried. This
morning's reading was a perfectly acceptable
8.2mmol/l. Under 8 would have been preferable,
but I think my dinner ruled that out. I guess
this morning I feel generally OK. I have a
couple of plans and a great uncertainty.
I want to go out to get the shopping
that I thought I might have got yesterday if I
had gone out. If I had the inclination I would
go to three shops, Savers, Poundland, and
Tesco, but it may just be Tesco today. After
that there is a great uncertainty. I am not
sure if Jodie is back from Finland, and wants
to do some beer tasting today. A further
problem with that is that there are no trains
again this Sunday. Maybe she will go elsewhere
where she does have transport. The biggest
problem is that I will have to wait until
midday to get an answer from Jodie. Maybe if
she says no, and it is bright outside, I might
get out for a walk. It's all uncertain !
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