We seem to be having a sunny spell right now - a full hour before the first predicted according to the latest revision of the forecast. That latest revision now shows an all dry day, and shows 2pm of having sunny spells. The temperature could reach 14° C for a brief time this afternoon. It seems it will be all change tomorrow. It is currently forecast to be a wet day, albeit only light rain, and a cold day with the temperature only reaching 8 or 9° C. Not a single glimpse of the sun is expected, but like the forecast for today, the weather seems to be in a state of flux where the forecast changes by the hour.
 
  I felt mostly bored and depressed yesterday. Much of it was the conflict of the weather. As I described above, when it was good it seemed to tempt me to go out, but as little as half an hour later rain would fall again, sometimes while the sun was still shining. I expect there were a rainbow or two, but I didn't want to go out even to check on that while the rain was falling, and sometimes there could be short bursts of quite heavy rain.

  I did do a few satisfying things yesterday, but none were enough to make me feel the day had any excitement. One was the half completion of a job I had spent a few minutes doing a few days ago, but I either got distracted, or bored doing it. It was to sort out an untidy heap of assorted bills and stuff like letters from the pension people and taxman. I guess most of it could have been thrown away, but I had started the embryo of the job long ago - putting it all in plastic folders.

  I had pulled out the existing folders, and a heap of stuff to be filed away, and left it as a mess on the front room armchair. I think it was before lunchtime when I put some heating on in the dining room, and once the room was less chilly I set to work sorting everything out, and allocating new plastic file folders for some things, and using a few existing file folders for other stuff. I may have been working down there for up to two hours, but maybe a single hour is more likely.
  A few hours or more before I did another little job. It was to check the batteries in a few of my cameras. That was inspired by finding the battery completely flat in my Canon EOS 300D "Rebel" camera. I had decided I wanted to take the picture above that shows all the plastic file folders I used. Setting them against the black throw on the armchair was probably not a good idea, but that is what I did,

  I could have used my mobile phone for such a picture, and it may have come out a bit better using its "AI" to balance the black and the subject, but I thought I would give one of my old cameras a few minutes in the limelight. It was partly inspired by seeing some pictures I had taken in the park some years ago using that Canon camera, and they looked rather good. There was not enough light to take the picture above, and so I used my Canon flash gun on the camera.

  I don't think I have used my Canon flash gun for anything more than a few test pictures in the past. In theory it should work well because the electronics in the camera and flash gun talk to each other, and should produce an ideal picture, but to do that I would have to digest two thick manuals. I only bought the Canon flash gun because I saw it cheap in a secondhand shop. When I later checked the price of a new one I found I had bought mine at a super bargain price !
  Here's a slightly better picture taken with the Canon 300D and Canon flash gun. It has lost some detail after being shrunk down to fit on this page, but it seems to be a fair picture - once again no better than a mobile phone can take, but unlike a mobile phone I can put a proper telephoto lens on the Canon, and control the exposure better - particularly with regard to the shutter speed, and that can be important when snapping fast moving things like trains.

  There was no particular purpose for the picture above. It was mainly just to test the flash gun on a general, pertly lit view, but I guess it does show that I still seem to be resisting the temptation to keep the dining room table free of clutter. Although there is an ever growing pile of small trinkets and pens and stuff on top of the PC that is mostly the music player in the dining room, but can also show pictures, internet stuff, and even Freeview TV.

  I checked several cameras to see if their batteries needed a charge. A few did, and it seemed it was the very oldest cameras, the Canon 300D, and Nikon D80 had almost or complete flat batteries. I assume that older microelectronics used in those cameras use a lot more power to keep things like their internal clocks running when the main power is off compared to more modern microelectronics.

  After these two bursts of activity I found myself feeling very bored, and depressed. It was during that time that I came up with a plan to ultimately make me feel worse, but to give a small lift at the time - the sort of lift that being a rebel can cause. I set my sights on a takeaway, and went for what was probably the worst option of all - fried chicken and pizza. Bearing in mind some simple maths shown on QI (and that I am sure I have seen elsewhere) I ordered a massive pizza.

  The theory is that while pizza is priced (in effect) by the size of the diameter of the pizza, the area of the pizza goes up by the diameter squared times pi. In other words, the bigger the pizza the cheaper it is per square inch. I had only eaten very lightly during the day, and I thought I might get away with this extremely naughty dinner. I didn't, and I shall explain later, and the worst thing of all is that I have loads left over that will be very bad for me today because I am not going to throw away perfectly good food, and it can't be stored for long (I wish I had a bigger freezer sometimes).

  I guess I was pretty stuffed when I went to bed last night. I didn't even have room for beer or other booze ! Surprisingly enough, I was possibly asleep by 9pm, and it does seem I slept quite well. I can't recall any time when I was awake for much more time that it takes to go for a pee, and get back into bed again. I've got a sort of itchy feeling that I had a nice, or interesting, or enjoyable dream in the early part of my sleep, but all I can remember is the last dream I had.

  That last dream was a sort extrapolation of real life taken to extremes. The base of the dream was many years ago when I visited my friend Ivor's new house set in an isolated corner of Kent. It was an old farm house that he essentially rebuilt using all the space available including part of the attic. He needed a lot of space for his 6 children. Each had their own bedroom, and there were about 6 toilets in the house (most were showers and or bathrooms with toilet).

  In my dream I seemed to be showing Ivor his newest house - at least he seemed to be the owner, but didn't seem to know his way around it. I think it was the first floor, rather than the more logical ground floor, that we were on. Ivor went to the toilet, and came out some minutes later asking if I knew if there was any more toilet paper. I said there must be in one of the other toilets along what seemed to be an almost hundred yard long corridor.

  The first room we came to was a fully equipped first aid room - equipped enough to do small operations. He found some tissue in there, and ducked back into the toilet for a minute or so. We then walked along the corridor as I pointed out doors to other toilets. Along the way we passed a laundry room that had a wall lined with washer and driers and stuff. At the end of this long corridor there was a door out to a terrace with a full equipped bar and barman. That was probably a good time to wake up !

  This morning the folly of my stupid takeaway was revealed. My blood glucose had shot up to 10.1mmol/l - over the red line !! By now it is probably well into the danger zone because I had cold pizza for breakfast. I still have half that gigantic pizza to eat, and I will see if I can possibly squeeze it into the freezer. I still have one large chunk of fried chicken and also 9 peri peri grilled wings to eat. I think I am going to have to write off this entire month, and start afresh again next month to try and get a reasonable average blood glucose reading.

  I've already done the first job of the morning. It meant taking out my bottle of Jaegermeister from the freezer, but I have managed to put all the left over pizza, almost half the huge one, into a freezer bag and stuffed it into the freezer. After being out all night I don't think I should trust it to stay safe in the freezer for more than a week or two, but it will give me some breathing space.

  I still have that one large piece of southern fried chicken, and the 9 peri peri grilled wings to dispose of, and I guess I will probably eating them today. Just one piece of fried chicken may not be too bad, but I have a nasty feeling that those grilled wings are coated with a syrup based glaze. I do wonder why I ordered them in the first place. Maybe I'll be lucky and find that are slightly innocent.

   Meanwhile there is another problem. It feels like all the chicken I ate last night has set into a solid block in my gut. It effectively feels like I am constipated, but the solid feeling is higher up than that. Unless that shifts in the next couple of hours I won't be doing one possible thing today. I would like to go along to a Ultra Low Emission Zone Extension protest in Orpington today. I feel it might be a good photo opportunity when I fear my cameras will seize up through lack of use. The weather forecast for Orpington was showing some possible rain this afternoon, and that is a bit off putting, but standing around with uncomfortable guts is a definite no no ! I have no idea what alternative things I might do today.