There are two things wrong in this weather forecast. First of all it was barely 9° C at 7am, and even my most optimistic outside thermometer says it still hasn't quite reached 10° C. The other thing is that a mostly clear sky, probably responsible for the lower temperature, has allowed to sun to start shining almost as soon as it had risen. The latest revision to the forecast still says the temperature will have risen by 2° in the next 20 minutes ! It has also changed 2 and 3pm to show light rain. By contrast, the BBC weather forecast shows sunny spells all day - no more, and no less. It also says the afternoon temperature will be 17° C - a degree higher than the Met Office. Fingers crossed that the BBC are right today ! Tomorrow it is the other way round. The BBC says sunny spells in the morning, and rain from mid afternoon. The Met Office is predicting a day of non stop sunshine tomorrow. Both agree it will probably be 17° C.

  The miserable weather made me feel miserable yesterday. If the dull light wasn't depressing enough, feeling cold just made it worse. The temperature in my bedroom, where I spent most of the day, was cool enough to make everything I touched feel cold. My body was generally warm enough under the thick clothing I wore, but my hands and face felt cold. As midday approached I was quietly reading, and ended up having a snooze. When I woke up I checked my temperature. It was 34.6° C, and I was heading towards hypothermia.

  The big problem was that the cold was making me feel depressed, and in that state I just didn't want to do anything. So I remained fairly sedate for most of the day, and that made me feel cold, and feeling cold made me feel like being sedate ! The only thing I wanted to do was to eat, and I did end up eating too much. The one thing I regret was using up the second pair of seeded wholegrain rolls from the pack of 4 I stupidly bought the day before.

  I didn't want to waste those rolls by letting them go stale, and so I made a couple of ham rolls. They were nice enough, but there were two problems. One was they were not hot like soup would have been, and second, having emptied the packet I could then read the black writing on the cellophane by holding it over a white surface. My fears were correct - those rolls had a lot of sugar in them.

  At some point in the afternoon, I think it was for lunch, ad a few hours before eating the rolls, I did have a couple of cans of soup, and those should have been safe enough, and also nice and warming. My dinner was a strange dish of well grilled bacon and a sachet of heated precooked "red rice" (or maybe "Spanish rice - I had both in the cupboard). It was sort of nice, but it was a bit dry, and ultimately stodgy as I forced the last couple of forkfuls down.

  The only other thing I can say about yesterday is that from 6pm I watched a bit of TV, and after The Simpsons finished at 7.30pm I turned the TV off intending to turn it on again 20 minutes later for the first of three episodes of QI being shown on Dave last night. In the end I was too engrossed reading to notice the time passing, and turned on the TV halfway through the episode. I watched the rest of the episode before turning the TV off again.

  I hoped to go to sleep at 9pm, but the big portion of rice seemed to be sitting in my gut like a lead weight (although it was probably more like a small portion compared to many portions that come with curries and Chinese meals). I felt too uncomfortable, and despite it feeling lovely and warm under my duvet, I just couldn't sleep. It was about 10pm when I gave up, got up again, and turned on the TV.

   I started watching the 3rd offering of QI, and then realised I could switch over to Dave + 1 and watch the second offering instead. I then stayed on the +1 channel to watch the final offering of QI. With that one hour delay it finished at midnight. I went straight to bed again, and maybe helped by a couple of large whiskies I had drunk while watching TV, I finally fell asleep. Those two extra hours was also enough for my gut to process the rice stuffed in it.

  I had missed out 2 or 3 hours of sleep, but I seemed to generally sleep quite well once I had got to sleep. That even extended to a fairly rare late rising. It was almost 8am when I finally got out of bed. I can't remember what part of the night it was when I had a couple of dreams that seemed to be linked in some way, but were born of pure imagination. One dream, or at least the bit I remember, ended up with my going in a shop not far from work.

  The shop was run by a young (30+ years old) Canadian woman who seemed to be a guitar importer. I seemed to know her, but actually went into the shop because I had heard she was giving away some promo items for a certain (but forgotten) make of guitar. In the front of the shop were a few very big amps all cased in a light coloured wood. In the rear of the shop was a thing that was basically a big computer, but it was equipped with a lot of hardware for music production. It too was cased in a very light coloured wood.

   The dream faded out as the woman came out of the back room pushing a large crate. Inside was the latest guitar that the company were promoting. It was an inflatable guitar (!). Once blown up it looked and sounded like a normal guitar, but could be deflated to take up half the space of a usual guitar. The other dream also featured a shop, and it was halfway up Brownhill Road in Catford.

  It was probably based on a shop that used to be a bit higher up the hill that I used to pass when going to, or coming home from school. Superficially it was a sweet shop/newsagent, but the window contained things like old typewriters. On the pavement outside the shop were all sorts of old radio equipment. There were some old and chunky walkie-talkies, and other less identifiable stuff. One item sat there alone, and it was a huge signal generator. It was in a typical grey case, but was about 4ft long.  The dials on the front said it covered a huge frequency range, and it could put out signal levels more in keeping with a medium powered transmitter.

  The odd thing about that dream was nothing happened in it. I will admit I felt tempted to try and buy the signal generator, but basically I didn't do anything more than look at what was being offered. It felt like I did it without even moving.  I don't know if I woke up, or if the dream just faded out.

  After all I ate yesterday, it was no surprise that my blood glucose was very high. Maybe it was a surprise that it was only just on the red line instead of well over it. It was 10.0mmol/l exactly. It means I need to be very careful about what I eat today. Fortunately the sunny spells are already starting to warm my bedroom up. I actually have sunshine on my back as I write this, and it feels deliciously warm. It is going to take some time to warm the room up, and whether it actually does feel warm might depend on the BBC's forecast of sunny spells for the whole day.

  Today is another day when I don't really know what I am going to do today. It is possible that the sunshine will make me feel happy enough to do something that is a bit more active than laying on my bed reading. I am not sure about going out today because I feel a bit constipated, or at least nothing has moved yet.....but maybe it will soon. If I do end up feeling comfortable there is a full Saturday service on the trains, and that could be a possibility. One thing I ought to do is to get the strimmer out on the garden. Cutting back the overgrown grass and weed filled flower beds would give the rats a bit less cover to go about their business (but also it would reduce the cats chance of stalking those rats). The trouble with that idea is that it would mean working in the shade. The sun will barely touch my garden for the next 6 months !