Both forecasters are almost in agreement today. Both say that from late morning there will be almost non stop sunshine. The BBC say full sunshine from sunrise, but the Met Office insists that 9 and 10am will be dill. Both agree that the temperature should rise to 23° C. Tomorrow may not be quite as sunny, but it should still be a fine day, although maybe a degree or two cooler.

   Yesterday was a Sunday, and by tradition Sunday's are usually boring and miserable. I used a couple of tactics to make it less depressing, although most thing were only a brief diversion from depression. One thing I did was to wash my hair and have a shower so if I wanted to go out, I could, but didn't.

  After my shower I started to wash the bath towel I had just used. To (hopefully) avoid any nasty smelly bacteria growing on it, like my previous bath towel, I added loads of Dettol to the detergent. I am sure nothing could have survived in that ! The only problem is that lifting that towel in and out of the detergent and rinsing water, and then wringing it out was hard work. I did the rinsing in two or three stages before giving up. I have to give it a few rinses this morning, but after what will be at least 10 rinses, and possibly 12, that rinse water has to start running clear sooner or later !

  I think I had it in mind that I would try to be more careful about what I ate yesterday, but it seemed at lunch that the idea was just pure fantasy. I started with two slices of cheese on toast. Had I left it there everything would have been good, but I was keen to try the pack of 4 lamb samosas that I bought from Tesco because they had a reduced price sticker on them. They were nice-ish, but maybe not nice enough to over ride any fears about the fat and sugar they might contain.

  I had barely finished those samosas when an idea started growing in my head like a cancer. I had an urge to round off that lunch with a tub of my favourite low calorie/low sugar ice cream. It has proved fairly safe in the past, but maybe a little bit of guilt spoiled the flavour. After lunch, maybe a bit after 1pm, I had run out of things to do except more rinsing of the towel I was washing.

  The day before yesterday I ordered a box of assorted beers - a fact I forgot to mention. I tried to include a few lagers for Michael, and a few horrible beers for Jodie (who likes such beers - if indeed they deserve to be called beers). I am not sure what the trigger was, unless it was checking my Visa credit card bill, and finding it was actually £90 in credit, but I decided to order more beers yesterday. I tried to include some fairly obscure beers in the hope that Jodie may not have even heard of them before, but I suppose that is highly unlikely. Sometime this week I can expect two big boxes of beers to be delivered. I hope they don't arrive while I am at the pub on Wednesday lunchtime.

  After ordering the beers I laid down, read for a bit, and tried to snooze. I ended up looking at the ceiling for longer than I read, and didn't manage to snooze at all. The book I am reading I may have read many years ago, but it seems fresh to me, although "fresh" may not be an apt word. It is interesting, but at the same time it is rather turgid, and rather depressing in it's prediction of a catastrophic future. It's main culprits are over population, and global warming.
  To lift my spirits I did some booze experiments. I started off by mixing Tango, sugar free, Dark berry drink with vodka. It was sort of OK, but on my third drink I decided that although the drink was sugar free, it still had a cloying sweetness that didn't seem to go well with vodka. My fourth and fifth large vodkas I had with sugar free lemonade, and that seemed far more drinkable.

  One of the useful things about the booze was it amplified an idea that I was just going to have booze for dinner. It also distracted me from thinking about dinner. This only worked because I was already thinking of trying to skip dinner before I started drinking. Evidently it all worked because I can't remember feeling hungry in the evening.

  Maybe there are many times when I don't feel hungry, but eat anyway. It is like a bad habit. When I paused smoking (until I am 80 years old) I found the nicotine addiction had almost gone during the 12 days I was in hospital. The smoking habit was harder to fight. To this day odd things can trigger the desire for a fag, but with no addiction involved the desire fades very fast, and seems to be 100% ignorable.

  I passed much of the evening watching old recordings of The Prisoner because as usual, there was nothing on TV that caught my fancy. I think I watched three episodes before going to bed. As usual, I read for about half an hour before falling asleep very quickly. On the whole I slept well - so well that I seemed ready to get up very early this morning, although I forced myself to stay in bed until 6.00am.

  The only trouble I had in the night was my bedroom cooling down. After the sunny day it reached nearly 27° C in there, but it had dropped a few degrees when I went to bed. That was still easily warm enough to kick the duvet aside before going to sleep. The next time I woke up I needed to experiment with how much duvet I could use and still feel comfortable. It was maybe 4am before I could sleep fully under the duvet, but even then it felt close to the limit.

  I did have some dreams in the night, maybe many of them, but all I remember was going home, presumably from work, at what in the dream was called London Bridge station, although nothing like the real thing. Although my primary purpose was to go home, I felt relaxed about hanging around, and taking some train photos. I seemed to be using my first digital camera, but it did have a small zoom lens on it. The odd thing is that the screen/viewfinder was often black when I tried to line up a shot. It was one of those dreams where a lot of time seemed to pass, but very little seemed to happen.

  This morning the truth about my skipping dinner was revealed. To my great relief I got two nice and low readings. The old and oldest meters read 7.8mmol/l and 7.9mmol/l respectively. The new meter was not so generous with a reading of 8.2mmol/l. That is still pretty good though. On these results I rewarded myself with two medium sized packets of stir fry, spicy flavoured instant noodles.

  I feel there is a chance I may get out for some photography and/or some exercise today. It is only a chance, and that doesn't guarantee I will actually go out. One positive thing is that I am not constipated this morning, and neither have I gone the other way. It is all seemingly normal. That is another plus for the idea of going out. Maybe I might just do some walking, or maybe I will be aiming to take photos of some trains, or maybe....