I've seen two revision to the forecast since taking the screenshot above. The first changed early afternoon to dark clouds, and the next changed them back to white coloured clouds. As I write this the clouds are a very light grey - they should be white. It seems likely that from midday to 4pm there will be rain. Whether it is heavy or light rain, and whether it is from whit clouds or dark grey clouds we will only know as it happens. The only positive thing is that this afternoon should be a slightly warm 15° C, although some light winds could make it feel cooler. Tomorrow could be extremely dull, and extremely wet, but it could still be 13° C.
 
  Yesterday morning brought mixed blessings. The weather forecast seemed to be improving, and it looked to be, and indeed was a dry journey to and from the pub. The major bad bit was when I was showering. As I rinsed soap off me I accidently aimed the hot water from the shower head directly onto the graze just below my left knee. That stung - a lot !!

  The very best part of the morning was when I received the text message on the left (and a few minutes later the same thing by email). At it's latest it could have made things a bit tight getting ready to go out to the pub. I hadn't had my morning shower before the message arrived, and I think it was for the fear of missing the message, and then potentially have the courier hammering at my door while I was washing my hair, with soap in my eyes. Fortunately, as DPD often are, my parcel arrived slightly before the middle of the estimated times, and although I didn't think I had enough time to wash my hair, I did have a good shower. All this fuss was for small lens hood for one of my Canon Lens. It only cost me £14, and so if the driver had left it on the door step, and it got stolen, it would not be the end of the world, but still damn annoying.
  On my way to the station I saw this white "black cab" attached to one of the electric car chargers around the corner from the station. Black cabs that are not black are not that rare. At a guess I would say about 2% are in other colours - usually because of some sort of all over advertising. I presume this one was white to make the fact it was electric stand out. I don't think I have even heard of electric cabs before, although I know they had been suggested as being a good idea. Maybe the real "shock" was seeing a black cab south of the river (Thames).

  I aimed for the 12:34 train from Catford Bridge to take me to Ladywell. As usual, the main reason for going this was was to pick up two copies of The Metro from the station - one for me, and one for Ayse the barmaid. As intended I go there five minutes early so I could take a photo of the front and back of the train going to Hayes. I also took a picture of the front and back of the train I got on to take me to Ladywell. Neither was a train I had not photographed before, and so I couldn't add them to my great spreadsheet of all my train photography.
  The view across the park, as I walked from the station to the pub, was almost autumnal. It may have not been raining, but the sky was still very dull, and with few leaves on any trees it could easily ave looked like November.
  If it wasn't for the bright green foliage, and what may be fresh shoots of daffodils, or some other bulb, this scene of a squirrel and it's nut could have been mistaken for an autumn scene.
  Only the tulips in the St Mary's Church "Therapeutic Garden" were a positive sign of spring yesterday, although I will admit that there were plenty of other plants in bloom, but somehow tulips said "spring" to me.

  I can't quite say why, but the pub was not quite as enjoyable as usual (and obviously far, far less without Angela). Ayse the bar maid was there, and on usual good form, and some of the banter was as good as any time, but.....maybe it was just me. Maybe I was trying too hard to finish the crosswords. I completed the quick crossword fairly quickly, but I think I only managed to get 3 and a half answers for the cryptic crossword. It could have been four answers but one would clash with another clue, and I would then only have solved 3 clues.

  I seemed to be drinking my Guinness slower than usual. I stayed a little later than usual as I tried to solve more clues in the cryptic crossword, and I could have squeezed in another pint, but for some reason I didn't fancy rushing the last pint. I timed my exit so I could take a leisurely walk back to Ladywell station, and not have to wait too long for the next train going back to Catford Bridge.
  I didn't actually travel on this train, but it called at Catford Bridge on the other platform a few minutes after my train had left and was heading for Lower Sydenham. Once again, on such a couple of brief journeys I managed to take a snap of a train I had never photographed before. There is meaning in those digits on the front of the train. The 465 is the class, or type of train. The following 9 means it was renumbered when it was converted to have a poor joke of 1st class seating at each end. Originally it was done for longer distance journeys, well beyond London's boundaries, maybe Tunbridge Wells, or even the coast, but they have better trains for that now, and despite having 1st class seating, they returned as bog standard inner London commuter trains.

  It was my original intention to do a bit of shopping on the way home, but it was almost 3pm when I left the station, and I was feeling like my next pee would be not too fat into the future. I went directly home instead where I had that pee. I also cooked a very late lunch. It was a reduced ready meal that intrigued me. It was "mustard chicken with sautéed potatoes and onion".  I noted it had a fairly high sugar content.

  Once it was heated in the microwave, as per the instructions on the label, I tried it. It was quite disappointing. mustard chicken was just a few small lumps of chicken in a sort of vaguely mustard flavoured custard, and the potatoes and onions were quite disappointing, although the best part of the whole meal.....well the packet said meal, I would say snack. My intention was that after eating it I would later have a very light dinner. Maybe just a few rice cakes with cheese or something.

  After my late lunch I chose and edited the photos I used here, and then laid on my bed to read, relax, and I think I had a snooze as well. It didn't seem long before the first Star Trek appeared on TV. I watched the first hour, and started to think about dinner a little too intensively. I ended up deciding that would be simple to cook and eat was some fish fingers, and I cooked and ate a whole packet of them. As I have discovered before, to make the breadcrumb coating go golden brown without having to cook it at high temperature for too long, they add possibly loads of sugar to it, and I think that would be my downfall.

  I stayed up to watch the 8.20pm edition of QI on Dave. It wasn't one of the good episodes, but it wasn't bad. It finished at 9pm, and I went to bed to read for half an hour or so before turning out the light. I didn't need to take any painkillers last night. The graze just below my left knee was still very sore, but I could avoid rubbing it, and nothing else hurt. I should have mentioned earlier that there was no sign of any aches and pains resulting from Tuesday's fall when I walk and to and from the stations yesterday. In fact, if anything, I felt more comfortable doing that walking than usual.

  I think I fell asleep fairly quickly, and then I might have slept well, or might not have. I am sure it was in the first three of four hour sleep that I had another strange dream. It was a sort of SciFi dream, and it may have been a lucid dream, or as it seemed to me, I might have woken up for a few minutes at a time to consider what would come next on the script driving the dream. It was like I was writing a story, and every now and then I would dream what I had written to see how it felt.

  Those periods that seemed to be alternating between sleep and waking, or maybe almost waking, were so often, maybe every 5 minutes, that it seems more likely it was a dream about a dream ! The dream story was about some friendly giant aliens who were going to help build a high speed road across Salisbury Plain, but the plan was being blocked by everyone complaining about the damage to Stonehenge. One night the giant aliens, who had the means to do it, lifted every stone from Stonehenge, and hid them behind some trees where no one would notice them. The dream faded to nothing at that
point.

  I can remember the bigger details of another dream that I had shortly before waking up this morning. In this dream I was in a hospital ward, but there were no beds in it. All the patients sat around small tables. I have no idea what was supposed to be wrong with me except that it was possibly age related. I knew that much because I was trying to write a letter to quit my job, but not for a year or so, on my 70th birthday. I was trying to word it so that my last day would be on my 70th birthday, and that I would actually leave halfway through the day so we could spend all after noon in The Railway Tavern (as was once up a time - it's now The Catford Bridge Tavern, and not so enjoyable).

  After a while I decided that I needed to go to the toilet, and not for just a pee. I was unsure where the toilets were, and so I went exploring. I found one gents toilet that seemed to be an annex off the women's toilet. Their toilet looked big, spacious and clean. The gents was little more than a filthy cupboard. There was all sorts of unmentionable things on the top of the toilet bowl, and there was no seat on it. I went to try and find a better one.

  I found one at the back of a ward that seemed to full of mad people. That toilet seemed to be pretty disgusting too, but then I noticed a second very small cubical. Initially it seemed like it would be easy to clean before I sat down, but the more I cleaned it the more rubbish there seemed to be. There were some small shoes blocking the pan, and thinks like discarded clothing and biscuit wrappers everywhere. At that point it seemed that finding a usable toilet would soon be essential. At that point I woke up.

  Now the odd thing is that once I got out of bed I barely even needed to go for a pee, and a couple of hours later all I have passed is a bit of wind. I thought my dream was telling me I needed to go for a poo in real life, but it seems not. After just having a small pee, and with all last night's hand cream scrubbed from my hands (so it doesn't contaminate the little bead of blood for my blood glucose meter) I checked my blood glucose, and every fear about what I ate for lunch and dinner, plus maybe some fears I hadn't though of, came to life. My blood glucose reading was an extremely unhealthy 10.6mmol/l. That is the highest reading I have had in ages.

  I really need to fast today, but that is going to be impossible. This afternoon I should be having a beer tasting session with Michael and Jodie, and I will need some sort of buffer in my stomach before I start to fill it with beer. After the beers I will probably by slightly drunk, at the very minimum, and controlling what I eat is going to be super difficult unless I precook some safe dinner. I think I will have chicken and sprouts - I think sprouts have very little sugar in them.