There is a weather warning for rain issued for today, and yet the early versions of the forecasts only show rain early in the morning - and there was certainly no heavy rain, although there may have been some fine drizzle because it does look damp outside. The latest revision to the forecasts shows mist (Met Office) or drizzle (BBC) at 10am. The rest of the day is shown as dry, and the BBC even shows some sunny spells in the late afternoon. The BBC say a max of 13° C, and The Met Office say only 12° C today. Tomorrow may start wet, but later in the afternoon could be dry. It might even be a degree warmer than today.

   I think more happened in my dreams last night compared to what happened yesterday. It was not a terribly exciting day. I did just two interlinked things in the whole day unless you count eating badly as a thing - which I guess it was. The one productive thing was doing a small backlog of washing up, and while I was in the kitchen I prepared and started to cook my dinner.

  After that I just sort of lazed around getting bored. Had I had any confidence that from late morning, and into the afternoon would feature sunny spells, I may have ended up going out, but even then I would not have been very enthusiastic about it - although if I had gone out I would probably have started to enjoy it. Instead, I ended up polishing off a whole, moderately big, bag of cheddar and onion flavoured crisps - which were not as nice as expected because they were old stock sold of cheaply by Poundstretcher.

  One thing that passed a little bit of time was to play with the webcam I described yesterday. Compared to my old webcams, which by modern standards were barely functional, the new webcam is really good, although like the older webcams, I don't seem to have a real use for it. Still, for £5 it was a pretty good toy (I am sure the shelf price was £4.50, but the till receipt said I paid £5 for it - which was still very good).

  As evening approached, and the chance to turn on the TV to watch three different Star Treks, I started thinking about dinner. By that time I guess I was feeling very depressed, and I wanted something more exciting than the pork with cauliflower and broccoli I had cooked up. Yesterday I wrote that I could not afford yet another takeaway, but that was what I ended up having for my dinner.

  One guarded change in my outlook was caused by a letter that dropped on my doormat yesterday. It was from The Department of election bribes and was notification that my pensioners winter allowance would be £500 this winter. That is a fairly generous allowance, but ten time too small to make me want to vote for the bastards come election time.

  My takeaway delivery was not the healthiest option. Probably under the influence of a lot of vodka (that may have clouded my judgement more that the winter allowance letter) I chose a small doner kebab and a large chicken shish kebab. The latter was a fine choice, but a doner kebab is notably greasy. On the other hand, that mystery meat can be remarkably tasty !

  All three Star Treks were very dull viewing last night. The original series episode was a great episode in it's time, but seems very faded after countless repeats. The Deep Space Nine episode was one of those really tedious ones about the Bajoran religion with it's prophets, emmisaries, and complete mumbo jumbo. Star Trek: Voyager was a typical boring episode. I was quite keen to go to bed when the latter finished at 8pm.

  I think it was closer to 9pm before I went to bed, but it is all a bit hazy now after all the vodka I drank. What I do know is that I slept to gone 1am, and had a selection of dreams. I think I spent the next 90 minutes trying to commit to memory some details of the dreams, but as usual they started fading fast as soon as I woke up. One was an oddity. I seem to have quite a few dreams about being back at work, but in this dream I was back in school.

  I was in school at my current age, and I am unsure of the real reason for it, although a possible reason was mentioned in the dream. The dream started with me telling someone, probably the teacher, that I was thinking of quitting school. They asked if I was very sure about it because despite doing very little work I was still in the top third of the class by exam results. I said that I wasn't even sure why I was there in the first place, but suggested maybe I just like the idea of spending all day in a warm classroom during the winter months. That sound like a valid reason to me.

  Another dream was another dream about going home from work, although with hindsight it might have been about going home from school. That idea is backed up because my friend did seem to be a school age boy, and yet we were very well informed about the state of the world. Apparently, terrorists had crashed one plane at an airport, and possibly one elsewhere. Meanwhile a big shop was on fire, and the cause was unknown, but terrorism was suspected.

  The dream actually started when coming out of what looked like a District Line tube station. We looked around, and noted that the fire was causing all traffic to be diverted away from the roads near us, and so we started running down the middle of the road. My friend was slightly faster than me, but I kept almost catching him up. We ran for something like a mile before ending up in the middle of Catford where we would split up to go in opposite directions.

  After such a dream I might have expected to wake up gasping for breath, but I didn't seem to be short of breath in the dream, and I woke up feeling perfectly normal (whatever that is). I can almost remember a third dream, but it seems to have mostly faded now. I am sure it was a dream that contained a lot of technical aspects, but the more I try and remember it, the more fragments of yesterdays; or the night before that, seem to surface, and now I have no idea what it could have been about.

  Apart from the vodka, and the depression, the biggest reason for getting a takeaway last night was to try and save myself from eating very badly during the day (although, with hindsight, I think the big bag of crisps was the only really bad thing I ate). It is almost as if the kebabs didn't work this time, but then there is always the doubt about how bad things would have been if I had eaten something even worse (although the dinner I cooked, but didn't eat last night, might actually have been even better).

  This morning my blood glucose readings were not very good. The old and oldest meters agreed that my blood glucose was either 8.7mmol/l or 8.8mmol/l. Although higher than ideal, it is still in the OK region. The new meter, once again, gave a higher reading slightly into the very undesirable area of 9.2mmol/l. I really must try and do better today, but there is a potential problem.

  The only thing on the menu for today is my usual Wednesday lunchtime in the pub. Even 2 pints of Guinness, combined with a bit of fresh air can give me a raging hunger. Today it gets worse. I am running low on instant noodles, and it is my intention to go to the little supermarket on Catford Bridge on the way home to top up on tasty instant noodles. The problem is the possible other temptations in there. I shall try to avoid getting any bread - even the Polish sourdough bread that is usually safe - but who knows what other stuff I might see and buy, and eat !