The weather forecast has only changed a little in the latest revision to it. 10am is now shown as sunny spells, although the first ones are actually happening now. It still shows a very high chance of heavy rain in the early afternoon. Curiously enough, the BBC weather forecast shows a moderately low prediction for light rain with a starting time of 3pm - when the Met Office say the rain will end. The Met Office is a bit more generous with late afternoon sunshine and sunny spells, 5pm may feature sunny spells, and the last half hour of daylight may feature full sunshine (although the sun will be so low on the horizon that it will not be that useful). The maximum temperature today is predicted to be 18° C again, but it will be in the late morning. The afternoon may only be 16° C. Tomorrow should be bright and sunny, but once again the highest temperature may only be 18° C.
  I have to admit I went into Olympic standard laziness yesterday. As usual, it seemed that the very dull weather had dampened my spirits too. It was one of those days where I couldn't even be bothered to get up properly. By that I mean I didn't have a shower, and put on any fresh clothes. I wasn't expecting to see anyone, and while I did suggest I might go shopping while I was writing yesterday morning, there was no particular need to, and so I didn't !

  It is hard to say just what I did do yesterday. I seemed to spend a lot of time on my PC catching up on I.T. news, and similar stuff. I also spent some time doing the only thing with a definite purpose yesterday. It was to go through all the pictures I took on Monday, on my outing to Cockfosters, and select a few more that might be of some interest here.
  On Monday I had barely reached the platform at Catford station when this freight train went though being hauled by a class 66 diesel locomotive. Like most of the pictures I took on Monday, the sun was hiding behind a cloud, and the picture looks a bit flat. It is surprising that I thought of Monday as being a generally nice day.
  I spent enough time moaning about the spiral staircases down to the tube platforms at Finsbury Park, and I thought I ought show a picture of one. The next time I use one I will attempt to count the steps. All I can say now it that there seem to be a hell of a lot of them !
  Taking pictures on the deep level tubes is not always easy. Some stations are fairly dimly lit, and depending on the light fixtures, they can sometimes have funny colour casts. This picture of a southbound Victoria line has reasonable colour rendition, but it still looks rather dull down there.
  The Piccadilly line platforms look much brighter because the wall opposite the platform, and the top of the tunnel are painted white. The only real problem with these pictures of tube trains is that I couldn't slow the shutter down enough that the LED displays on the front of the trains would resolve without the train being blurred beyond recognition.

  One thing I thought I did a lot of was eating. Maybe that is just some sort of guilt trip because under the right circumstances I could have eaten less. I am also working under the assumption that I can't remember all I ate, and so it must have been more than I do remember (by some sort of twisted logic). This morning I have reason to think that my food consumption was more moderate, or better selected than I thought it might be.

  I think I had two bowls of instant noodles for breakfast. That was probably too much. My lunch was just cans of soup. I think I had a "chunky vegetables with beef", and a can of lentil and bacon soup.  At some point I am sure I must have had a plate of four rice cakes with cheese and salami on them. I definitely had a small bag of unsalted mixed nuts. It didn't feel like it was all that long after eating something, maybe those nuts, that I had my dinner. That was quite a small meal of beef meatballs in a curry flavoured beef stock gravy with a few chestnuts. It was supposed to be more than that, but I couldn't be bothered to prepare the cauliflower that was to be the major ingredient.

  I washed my dinner down with three bottles of strong ale - one was a 10% Belgium beer, and the other two were Fuller's beers - ESB and Bengal Lancer. The latter two were strong, but not nearly as strong as that Belgium beer. That reminds me of another thing I did yesterday, and I did it while still completely sober. I ordered 45 x 440ml cans of Guinness to be delivered by Amazon. It works out to be just under £1 a can -  better than a third of the price in some pubs, and a quarter of even a fifth in other pubs.

  One curious fact about last night was that Dave showed two episodes of QI. One was on at 7.40pm, and the other at 9pm. The latter finished at 10pm, and having watched both of them, I was in bed just after 10pm. I read for a while, but only managed a couple of pages before I felt very sleepy. It is possible I was fast asleep by 10.30pm. Like the night before, I seemed to sleep really well except for the last hour or two when it was difficult staying asleep. Had it been in the middle of summer, and it had been daylight for an hour or two, maybe I would have got up at 4am, but not when it is cold, and not light until gone 7am.

  This morning I am happy to say my blood glucose is down from 8.3mmol/l to just 8.1mmol/l. That is almost in the pre-diabetic area. I thought those strong, and seemingly sweet beers would ruin this morning's reading, but I am obviously happy that was not the case. In an ideal world I would like to improve on that even further, but I can't see it happening today.

  The most negative thing today is that I got a message from Angela at 7.30am to say she wasn't feeling well, and would not be going to work today. That means no lunchtime meeting with her today. There is a slight chance that if she is back at work tomorrow or Friday, she may suggest we meet on one of those days, but more likely is that I will just have to be patient until next Wednesday.

  If I look on the brightside, not going to the pub at lunchtime may save me from a soaking. In the unlikely event that the forecast was 100% accurate, I would probably have got to the pub in the dry, but stepped out an hour later to go home in a torrential downpour. I very much doubt the forecast is that accurate. The Met office forecast still insists there is a 80% chance of heavy rain at 1pm, 90% chance at 2pm, and back to 80% at 3pm. The BBC forecast still insists there is no more than a 35% chance of light rain between 3pm and 5pm, and nothing before that. To confound things further, neither of the forecasters mention the random, and moderately brief, but still very welcome sunny spells we have had this morning. Sadly the clouds are thickening now.

  Not seeing Angela gives me a little more time to go to Tesco for a few things, but I have no idea what I will do after that. Even if it is not raining it is likely that the sky will be as black as sin. It will probably be time to draw the curtains, and pretend it is night and sleep through it all.....but maybe I can find something satisfying to do.