I think the weather is in too much of a state of flux for any accurate forecasts for today. The Met Office just says it will be dull until 6pm when there may be a few hours of light rain. The BBC forecast almost got one thing right. They predicted drizzle at 9am, but it wasn't long after 8am that there was more than drizzle. It seemed to be slightly more than light rain. It seems to have stopped now, but maybe drizzle will fall at 9am. If the BBC forecast carries any more truth then the rain could start with a bang at 2pm when they forecast a thunderstorm. That could be followed by more rain, with a few thunderstorms thrown in for luck, until 10pm tonight. Both forecasters agree on 22° C today, but the BBC say 23° C for just a single hour at 3pm. Tomorrow may be dry but dry. The temperature could be no more than 20 or 21° C.

   I am not sure why, but I find myself describing yesterday as a moderately good day.  It was a day where the most exciting thing was a shopping trip to Tesco. I only did a couple of other things, but the day seemed to race by with seemingly little time to do anything more. That isn't literally true, but it does almost feel like it was.

  After a day or two where I interacted so little, or indeed none at all, with the outside world, and in consequence didn't both to wash, it did feel exceptionally nice to get under the shower to wash me and my hair. In one sense, washing my hair was a waste of time because it was another hot and sticky day. In particular, walking back from Tesco, carrying a moderate load, meant that I started to over heat, and once I was home, and had stopped moving, the sweat left my hair dripping !

  Just as a novelty, I tried drying myself with a hand towel after my shower. It seemed to work just as well as a bigger towel, although it wasn't long enough to grab both ends and give my back a good scrubbing action. The reason why I did it was because I intended to wash that hand towel, together with a t-shirt and two pairs of underpants, once I had finished showering - which is what I did. I made a point of not putting off finishing the washing until too late in the day, and I think I had it all hanging on the clothes horse to dry before 2pm.....which I guess was a bit later than ideal.

  I was quite selective about what I bought in Tesco, and I don't think I bought anything that was bad for me (i.e. high sugar content). After seeing fresh stocks of my favourite low sugar (and calorie) ice cream I bought two tubs of it. Later on I found the Oppo website, and that lists the ingredients, and the nutritional breakdown of the ice cream. I was surpised to see the sugar content may be a half or even a quarter of many ice creams, but the actual quoted figure was not as low as I thought it might be based upon my experience of it.

  The one other little job I did was to transfer 3 more hours of Jodie's cache of cassette tapes with her old radio programmes on them. As I explained yesterday, the only work for me, doing this, is to make sure that the recording starts smoothly on the dining room PC, and then come back at the end to stop the recording, trim the ends of dead air, and then write out the meta data, plus file name of the mp3 file.

  I still can't work out how my day seemed busy considering how little there is I did to describe, but I guess it must be so because it was another day when I can't seem to remember eating much. To rephrase that, I did almost no snacking. I did have a packet of two Tesco "Finest" Scotch Eggs for lunch. And a bit later I had four rice cakes with thin slices (ready sliced) Edam cheese on them.

  As usual for a weekday, I had my dinner while watching the second Star Trek of the day - Deep Space Nine. It was not a good episode. In fact I find it hard to remember what it was all about. Maybe eating dinner was enough to distract me. It was a very nice dinner of nothing more than pork belly strips seasoned with a few herbs and spices. In terms of fat content it was mega unhealthy, but ever so nice.

  The downside of that fatty pork was to give me bad heartburn when I went to bed at just gone 9pm. After laying in bed feeling uncomfortable I go up and took a couple of antacid tablets. Maybe half an hour or more later I got to sleep. Last night was notable as being slightly cooler than previous nights. I only had the fan on low when I went to sleep. Later, in the early hours, my bedroom temperature had fallen to just 25° C, and I was actually feeling cold with the fan on.

  Most of my night passed with little to remember. I think I remember getting up three times for a pee, and a hazy sort of memory of it seeming to take a long time to get back to sleep (in reality it may have been no more then 5 minutes). However I do remember a dream - probably because it was a bit alarming, and maybe just a few points away from approaching nightmare territory.

  In the dream I seemed to be in the road where I lived from the ages of approx 6 to 12 years old, although in the dream I was an adult, and owned what was the old house. I stood watching at two Jehovah Witness types, accompanied by a plumber seemed to come out of my house. I was sure the front door was closed so it was pretty weird. A little later the three of them came down the road, and seemed to enter my house. A few minutes later they came out again. This time I called after them, and caught them up.

  The plumber admitted he he had been hired under false pretences to break in. He admitted that he didn't realise what the two religious types wanted to do, but later realised they were burglars. he told me he saw them take my wallet from my coat, and extract a few bank notes from it. He very quickly drew a few old crumpled notes from his own pockets and gave them to me as a sort of bribe to keep his name out of it. The final thing, which was not completed before I woke up, was to tell me the names and address of the two religious types (they both carried bibles with them).

  It was nice to wake up and put the dream behind me. On the other hand it was not nice to wake up and realise that at 6.10am it is still almost dark now, and it can only get worse until the winter solstice. This morning I had hoped that I might get another very low blood glucose reading. The new meter read 8.0mmol/l, and the old meter read 8.3mmol/l. Both readings are below my typical monthly average, and so must be regarded as very good even if falling short of wonderful.

  Today is a special day with regard to deliveries. Between 9.47am and 11.47am, or possibly at 10.47am, I am expecting the big box of beers I ordered. Between 10.38am, and 11.38am I am expecting a new "toy". Somehow it seemed like it might be nice to buy a cheap mini-fridge to keep chilled water in for bedtime. Now the nights are getting cooler it might not get much use for that, but it will be handy for keeping even more beers chilled. This one, unlike the current "beer fridge" even has a tiny ice box for chilled glasses or ice cubes for drinks. I think that until next summer it will probably sit on the existing beer fridge (or possibly under if it is, as I suspect, bigger).

  There is one more delivery expected today, or possibly expected. Jodie asked me if I could ask Michael to go to Lidl (which I know he does go to now and again) to buy a big box (10 x 500ml) bottles of German Oktoberfest beers. Jodie will pay for them on Thursday, but Michael said he is going today, and I guess he may drop them here today. The funny things is that Jodie admits there is unlikely to be any beer in the box that is not already well known, but the idea of them coming as a set seems important to her.