This morning the Met Office is coming around to the BBC's forecast way of thinking. The BBC show mostly full sunshine for today, and in the hours when it is not full sunshine, it shows sunny spells. The Met Office originally left quite a few hours without sunshine in their forecast. The latest revision shows those gaps filled in, but quite a few are just shown as sunny spells. The Met Office show a high of 12° C, and the BBC show 13° C. Yesterday morning the forecast for tomorrow, Monday, was shown as mostly sunny. The Met Office say no sunshine at all, but the BBC show sunny spells from 11am until sunset. The Met Office predicts tomorrow should see 12° C in the afternoon, and the BBC say 14° C. I want to believe the BBC, but I stopped using them because their forecasts were very wrong. Now I find the Met Office forecasts to be wrong. I wonder if I should switch back to the BBC.
 
   I felt bored and depressed yesterday. I wanted to do stuff - no stuff in particular, but stuff ! I think I made the right decision in acting like I was getting over a cold, or at least not denying I was getting over a cold. The success of this can only be confirmed in a day or two, but there are indications that I might have finally broken the back of the cold.

  One of the problems of being listless and bored is that I resorted to eating for something positive to do - even if the end result would probably be negative. I started off with a late elevenses of 4 of those beetroot veggie cakes I showed yesterday. Like when I first tasted them, I spread spreadable cheese on three of them, but the fourth one I tried a slice of pre-sliced cheddar on it. Maybe that "real" cheese on the veggie cake tasted even nicer.

  It was probably no more than an hour later when I had some rice cakes with cheese on them. I can't remember what it was, and to be honest I can't even be sure I am remembering this properly, but I think I had a small bowl of instant noodles a bit later. That idea seems a bit dream like, and I am wondering if I am thinking of the day before. My confusion may comes from very much more reality being stuck in my brain, and pushing other thoughts aside.

  It was around 4pm when I did something I expected to regret. In the past I have mentioned the tub of ice cream I have had in the freezer for ages. Yesterday I was feeling so pissed off, in a couldn't, and just left the ice cream out to soften a bit. While doing so I checked the best before date. It was June 2022, and so I was eating it 8 months past that date. It was nice, and didn't seem all that sweet, and yet I am positive it was loaded with sugar, and the guilt of that spoiled the taste a bit.

  Being a Saturday, my TV options were limited - a lot. Knowing this I started watching more episodes of Futurama ripped from my 13 disk box set. I am watching series 6 now, and when originally shown it was, if I recall correctly, a time when it was not being shown on ordinary Freeview channels. I have now seen 3 or 4 episodes I have never seen before, although I have seen some series 6 episodes. I may have downloaded them from dubious sources.

  I ate my dinner while watching Futurama episodes. It was turkey with a heap of beansprouts. It wasn't bad, but I would have preferred the meat to have been chicken - which is what I thought I had bought until I got it home and saw it was sliced turkey breast. I guess turkey is OK if you are starving, but otherwise it always seems a very poor quality meat to me. The beansprouts were also slightly poor quality. I had kept them in the fridge for too long, and they were starting to get sweaty. I gave them a good wash before using them.

  Although I said there was not any good TV on Saturdays, I should have said there isn't always any good TV on Saturday nights. I have to admit there were a few things on TV last night that I watched. The most interesting was Guy Harvey's "From The Vaults" where he shows stuff from ITV's archives. Last night it was stuff from 1977, and some of it was good, and some of it showed how music was starting to go into decline in 1977.

  One unusual thing I watched was a documentary about Abba. I didn't watch the whole thing, but just the last 15 minutes or so as I waited for the next programme to start. It wasn't that awful !  What was chasing the line between awful and good was ITV4 showing the Bond film, "On Her Majesties Secret Service". I think it was in the lower ranking of Bond films. The final treat for the night was originally going to be a single episode of QI, but that featured Johnny Vegas, and an early night seemed far more pleasurable.

  I'm not sure how to describe my sleep. One description could say it was better than expected after a very lazy day. Other possibilities might say it was not so good because I has several short periods of insomnia during the night, although I am not sure if 20 minutes counts as insomnia. Sometimes my sleep was light enough to have those sort of dreams where you wake up and continue the theme/narrative of the dream.

  The only dream I can remember, or maybe that should be dreams, plural, because it did seem that several followed the same story line. They were obviously influenced by watching Futurama, and the SciFi omnibus book I am reading. The fine details are vague to the point of vanishing, but the theme was designing public toilets that aliens could use. Some of the dream, or maybe it was the continuation when I was apparently awake, was imagining what sort of facilities an alien would need. In all the books I have read there is never mentions of a green, bug eyed monster taking a shit !

  I started my sleep with all the heating off. In the small hours I turned the heating on low because it was starting to feel a bit chilly. At about 5am I turned the heater on full, and by the time came to get up I was evidently feeling extremely comfortable, and had a really good lay in bed. It was gone 7am when I got up - almost 7.30am.

  It was soon after I got up that I had a big shock. I measured my blood glucose, and instead of the very high reading because of eating that ice cream, it was actually very low ! It was 7.7mmol/l, lower than yesterday's 7.9mmol/l, and almost down to my wished for figure of 7.5mmol/l.It seems my pancreas is kicking out the insulin again, and this is probably attributable to getting over my cold. I didn't cough up much muck yesterday, and while I did have a cough now and then during the night, it was only a dry mouth cough that was quickly fixed with a swig of drink.

  It seems that my airways are as good as free from mucus now. Oddly enough, I do seem to feel better, or have less negative attributes this morning. I wouldn't be so bold as to say I actually feel good, energetic, or dynamic this morning, but I do sort of feel I would pass a simple test of this if I tried. Such a test could be to walk to and from the pub. I can't do that today because I think Jodie will be over for a beer drinking/tasting session this afternoon. If I am ready in time I would also like to pop out to the shops today.







  To finish, part of a quote from The Secret Seven, or was it The Famous Five ? "..... and lashings of ginger beer".