Today I have to show the forecasts from The Met Office (at the top) and The BBC (bottom). As can be seen, they are rather different ! Both agree that tomorrow will feature thunderstorms, but today they can't agree whether it is going to dull, with a small chance of a splash of rain, or nice and sunny. They both agree on the temperature, although their timings are about an hour different. The Met Office has now had one revision, and it now shows a 50% chance of light rain at 9am, and 80% for heavy rain at 10am. When I look out the window I am not sure either forecaster has got it right. Curiously enough, The BBC has gone very pessimistic for tomorrow showing thunderstorms for most of the day, and The Met Office has changed to optimistic and just shows a thunderstorm for 3 and 5pm with some light rain for an assortment of hours in the afternoon.
  Yesterday was  an agreeable sort of day. Yesterday morning I wasn't feeling as miserable as the night before, but for probably a lot of yesterday I was in a sort of couldn't care less frame of mind, and yet, strangely enough, it was also the opposite of that which guided me through over half the day.

  The thing I did care about also made me not care about doing anything good for me. It was the state of my guts. For maybe half an hour I felt constipated, and then I suddenly wasn't. Half an hour after that I was even less constipated, and yet I could still feel seismic tremors coursing through my guts. Contrary to what should have been common sense it felt more like hunger pains than anything else. I gave in and had some breakfast after saying I was going to try and fast for as much of the day as I could - maybe just a mere couple of hours in the end.

  Having my usual bowl of instant noodles in the middle of the morning did seem to calm my guts down a bit, but not completely. With the benefit of hindsight I can see there were two different problems. One was hunger pains - which seems impossible after thinking I had eaten too much the night before. The other was still the remnant of the stomach upset that had made for an explosive discharge earlier in the morning. I think it was somewhere between 11am and midday that I went to the toilet because I could feel something astir. I can only describe what happened as being like an extremely wet fart. I am very glad I was sitting on the toilet when it happened !

  I was already convinced that going out would be foolhardy when my guts didn't feel right, and that last visit to the toilet double confirmed it, and yet..... It seemed to confirm that more trouble was on it's way, but it was actually the final act in this episode. It provided the perfect excuse to be very lazy. I hadn't slept all that well the night before, and so the chance for a snooze or two was a sort of bonus.

  At about 1pm I decided to have a light lunch. I had four rice cakes with some cheese on them. I can't make up my mind if I enjoyed them or not. It was a semi bland sort of meal, and I guess "semi bland" is the best I can describe it. With lunch eaten I resumed doing almost nothing....well, nothing productive. I read for a while, and then closed my eyes for a snooze that didn't happen, and then read some more.

  I spent a bit of time on the internet, but I found it hard to concentrate on the tech news stories in https://www.theregister.com/. It was partly the mood I was in, but also because The Register is increasingly biased towards financial news from tech companies. Maybe technology, mostly computer technology has become very stale over the last 3 or 4 years. The emphasis now seems more on what colour the case is rather than how many transistors inside.  I guess it is indicative of how, except for special cases, computers have been fast enough for all household and business uses for years now, and don't need improving. Of course the companies making the chips inside say it is essential to get their newest, most expensive chips, and that last years technology is so obsolete.

  Eventually, and I don't want that to sound like I couldn't wait for it to happen, it was time for the usual early evening dose of 3 different Star Treks (The New Generation, Enterprise, and Voyager). It was also time for dinner. I could have made a nice healthy, and tasty salad, but I couldn't be bothered. I decided I wanted a takeaway, and I wanted a proven safe, aka very low sugar, takeaway - shish kebabs.

  I ordered from my favourite takeaway, but I seem to have noticed a decline in their kebabs. Sometimes bits of the salad seem stale even if still crisp. One strange thing is that after ordering a chicken and a lamb shish kebab I am not sure that I didn't get two chicken kebabs. I thought the first one I ate was closer to chicken than lamb, and yet somehow it wasn't quite right for chicken. The other was definitely chicken. Overall they were very enjoyable, and had the desired results.

   Like the night before, and I think the last few nights, I was in bed before it was completely dark outside. Last night was different in that I seemed to fall asleep very quickly. I seemed to sleep well, although I did wake every couple of hours, and stayed awake for maybe 10 minutes. This was partly because I was back on the chilled tap water, and because I didn't feel stuff when I went to bed I was able to drink moderately large amounts through the night. I still didn't finish the whole 2 litre bottle, but I came close to it.

  That is about all I can say about last night. I think I dreamed, but no details seem to have stuck in my mind. There is good, and not so good news this morning. The good is that my blood glucose reading is back down to 7.80mmol/l. Looking back at the last week and a half, it seems my blood glucose meter is only giving two readings, 7.40 or 9.30. The lower one is better, but the high is no reason to panic.

  The not so good news this morning is that I seem to be back in a sort of constipation state. It might be that I emptied out too much yesterday, and yesterday's food is still making it's way through the system, but I do sort of feel very slightly bloated. I am passing a lot of wind, but as yet, nothing more substantial. Perhaps today it doesn't matter. I had one plan for today, and that was to force myself to go out, maybe even as far as the coast. The weather is not a natural lure for such an outing. Apart from rain still looking unlikely, it does seem that the light gloom the Met Office forecast is happening today.

  I have had a masochistic idea that does not involve going out further than the garden. I can't say I feel terribly enthusiastic about it, but if a bit later I can creep up on the idea without realising what I am doing, I might end up finally getting the strimmer out and give my growing garden jungle a hair cut before it takes over the world.