The most important, and obvious weather feature this morning was missing from both the BBC and Met Office (screenshot above) forecasts this morning.
  At 6.47am this was the view from my bathroom window. An hour later and the fog is now a slightly thick mist, and the Met Office have revised the forecast to show fog for 8am, but it should really show mist. Once the mist has finally lifted we could have some sunny spells, but I have doubts they will start at 9am. I am expecting another revision to the forecast just after 8am that will show a different picture. There could be some sunny spells this afternoon. It is even possible that a lot of today could be as nice as yesterday afternoon was. It should be 1° C warmer at 22° C today. Tomorrow could be even warmer with the temperature possibly rising to 25° C. There could be a good scattering of sunny spells through the day, but a small (30%) chance of a shower at 6pm.
 
  I really didn't feel enthused to do anything yesterday (thanks to the very dull start to the day). However, in the end I did do two important things, and I guess I can stretch it to say that yesterday was a successful day. Of those two things, one was to do some laundry, and the other was to pay off one of my credit cards.

  With hindsight it is probable that I could have hung my laundry on the line to dry, and even if it didn't fully dry, it would mostly dry. It was only a moderate load to wash by hand - two t-shirts and maybe five pairs of underpants. Once washed I hung them on the clothes horse to dry. I helped the drying along by using a 12" desk fan to give a good breeze over those clothes. By 6 or 7pm they were almost dry, and I turned the fan off, and left them to dry overnight.

  My second achievement, as noted above, was to pay off the credit card I now only really use for Amazon orders. No matter what the amount is, I feel doing anything with banks is like going to the dentist. It has to be done, but there is no reason to enjoy it, and every reason to fear it. I haven't bought much on Amazon lately, and my credit card statement was not much over £100. I still had to grit my teeth, and shed an imagined tear when I hit the submit payment button.

  I didn't do anything substantial for the rest of the day. I did a minuscule amount of tidying up, and a little more computer tidying up, but I spent quite a few periods just reading and trying to snooze while laying on my bed. I think I probably had one snooze in the afternoon, but that is quite a common thing for me to do these days. I was about to say it must be an old age thing, but when I think about it, I used to enjoy a snooze in the days I was working in Beckenham telephone exchange. There was a very quiet snooker room with a nice comfy chair in it.

   Once upon a time, before the exchange was modernised, there would have been 20 people working there, and it would not have been so quiet, but as a "modern" electronic exchange there were only about 5 of us there in 1992, and lunchtimes could be very quiet. I would sleep for a lot of my one hour lunch time, and wake up feeling dreadful - dry mouth, a crick in my neck etc etc, but it seemed so easy to fall asleep.

  There was nothing on TV yesterday, and I ended up watching 2 or 3 old recordings of Drop The Dead Donkey. It was as good entertainment as anything else. Of course the other entertainment was eating. I tried not to do too much of it, but I think I did have two rounds of rice cakes with either cheese or pepperoni on it. My dinner was a nice safe stew like dish of meatballs, mushrooms and broccoli swimming in a fairly thin gravy.

  It should have been a compete meal, and it almost was, but it still wasn't fully satisfying. After I finished it I had a strong desire for a dessert, or something sweet. I could have opened a can of rice pudding, but I dared to opt for a single Cadbury's eclair (toffee around a chocolate interior). Of course that was concentrated sugar, and although it was just a small little sweetie, I feared for what it might do this morning.

  I read in bed for over an hour before I went to sleep last night. I seemed to sleep quite well, although there was a time when I faced the dilemma of duvet or no duvet. It was cold this morning, and I needed the duvet for the last hours of sleep, but the point when I start covering myself with the duvet is always a difficult time. I do remember dreaming a lot, but I only remember two quick "scenes" from dreams, but both are hazy memories in the extreme.

  Both dreams seemed to be about being in a prison - although apparently not as a prisoner, or a guard. I can't recall anything that looked like a prison. It was as if someone had scribbled "prison" on an ordinary door, and so everything beyond that door must be a prison because the sign said so. The only tiny bit I can remember with some clarity was being in a room that was far bigger than a cell, with a young woman. What sounded like a fire bell sounded, and I said "you can escape now". What happened in the other 95% of the dream is a mystery.

  I was quite surprised to see the fog this morning. It was a very chilly morning with the outside temperature just 14° C, and while it was about 23 or 24° C in my bedroom, it still felt chilly. Incidently, the sun has just broken through the mist, and so maybe the forecast for sunny spells for 9am looks to be becoming true.

  I was very apprehensive about checking my blood glucose this morning. It felt like I had eaten too much yesterday, and then there was the Cadbury's eclair eaten md evening. I was expecting a high reading, but it was exactly the same as yesterday - a slightly below typical average 8.3mmol/l. It will be nice if I can keep it somewhere in this region when I see the nurse next Friday. I know she will be doing a blood test while I am there, and while it will be an average over the last few months, I think it will give a current reading at the time it is taken.

  The nice sunshine now coming through my bedroom window almost makes me want to do something today. Maybe I might do something, but it will have to be this morning because the note I made last Thursday says Jodie thinks she'll be over for a beer tasting session this afternoon.

  It will, of course, be impossible, but I ought to take it easy on the beer this afternoon, and also take it easy on what I eat today. Tomorrow morning I have to be up and out early to get to the hospital for my 4th Covid jab, the second booster jab. I aim to get there as early as 8am in the hope I'll be near first in the queue. It all means I won't be writing anything tomorrow until maybe mid morning.