There were no sunny spells at 8am this morning, and in the latest revision to the Met Office forecast there are no sunny spells at any time. The BBC are still holding out for some sunny spells this morning, but the grey sky I see outside suggests otherwise. It won't even stay dry today, although any rain may only fall at the very end of the day. The best temperature today could be 10° C, but 11° C may happen at the very end of the day. The BBC and Met Office have some very different ideas about tomorrow. The former says it will be a very sunny day. the latter predicts a couple of sunny spells, but it will be mostly dull. Both predict a maximum of around 8° C.

    The funny thing about yesterday was I was acting like the weather was like the previous day - a day when I actually did very little. yesterday I did a few major things, and raised a bit of a sweat. What I didn't do was my early prediction that I would shave, shampoo and shower to save a bit of time today (only a shower needed).

  Apart from cleaning myself, I did actually do what I suggested I might do in the morning, plus I did one more thing. I started off by hand washing the two pillowcases, and bottom sheet that I had taken off my bed the day before. With just three light items it was not a hard job, although I was happy to have finished it, and had hung those items up to dry in the dining room with a fan heater on low blowing at them.

  What will be a bigger challenge will be washing the duvet cover. It is only moderately thick, and will be easier to manhandle than the thick duvet cover that has been sitting in the bottom of the wash basket almost a year now (I think). That duvet is so faded that I keep thinking I ought to rip it up and use it as cleaning rags, but I find it hard to destroy working things - apart from being very faded, it is still in working order.

  My next item of work was to take the fan heater apart that I had been using in my bedroom for probably all of last year until I noticed the fan seeming to get a bit slow and rattly. A few weeks or more ago I dug out it's nice and quiet replacement, and had been using that since. Yesterday I got the hoover in range, and opened up the old fan heater. It was predictably full of fluff. I hoovered that all out, and put a drip of oil on the one motor bearing I could get to.

  That fan heater is now back in service, and the spare is now back in it's box. The fan still rattles, but less so than before. I think it runs slightly faster now. More importantly, with all the dust cleaned out, the air flow through the thing is a lot easier, and it is no longer close to overheating - which is a very good thing because I am unsure if I trust the overheat cut-out.

  I did sort of say I might do it, and indeed I did do it. While I had the hoover handy I hoovered the rugs and carpet in my bedroom. Normal people (probably) who may hoover their bedroom once or even twice a week, may wonder what all the fuss is about, but I haven't hoovered my bedroom for ages. With no female visitors since the glory days of Angela, it didn't seem terribly important.

  On the other hand, I was worried about all the crumbs and dropped food under my computer desk, and how next spring it could somehow attract mice. While hoovering all that up I might as well, and did, hoover the carpets and rugs. Now one special thing about them is the amount of my own long hair that get encrusted into the carpets and rugs. It is a wonder I have any hair left at all when I see how much comes off the floor. It is not helped by my bedroom being the place I dry and brush my hair !

  I also hoovered the landing outside my bedroom door, but that was enough to finally exhaust me. After putting the hoover away I lay on my bed, and read for a while as I cooled down. Hoovering is exercise in my opinion, and it makes me sweat more than more traditional exercise does. It was while laying there that I came up with a cunning plan.

  As I mentioned yesterday, I checked my blood glucose figures a couple of hours after breakfast yesterday, and was stunned at the high reading I saw. I did think it might have been the Viva Chek meter over reading again, but half the reading would still have been far too high. A couple of hours later I checked again using the Contour meter. It was still a very high reading, and that ruled out any lunch or snacks.

  I decided it might be safer, as well as pleasurable, to do a careful order for a couple of shish kebabs from a place I trusted. I placed the order just after 5.30pm so there was a good chance it would be delivered for eating soon after 6pm. While I waited I checked my blood glucose again, once again using the Contour meter. The level had dropped right down to a nice low figure. I didn't make a not of it, but I think it was 7.8mmol/l, or something like that low.

  My dinner arrived, and apart from the chilli sauce on it being rather tame, it was very enjoyable. It had plenty of nice salad on the grilled meat, and so it seemed like it was very healthy - which is what I wanted. I ate it while watching Star Trek: Enterprise, and then went on to watch more TV. I finished off with an episode of QI, and then went to bed to read for a while. I turned out the light, and was probably asleep not that long after 10.30pm.

  I seemed to sleep quite soundly, but woke up around 2am (I think I might have briefly woken for a pee before that, but I can't remember if that really happened). At 2am I thought I needed a pee, but as I got out of bed I farted, and it was a really stinker. It was almost as if I had "followed through". Fortunately I hadn't, but while in the bathroom I sat down and instantly passed a moderately big poo.

  One unusual thing, apart from it being vanishingly rare to need a poo in the early hours of the morning, was that there seemed to be no fear of having to rush back to the toilet as if I had the runs. It was a perfectly normal poo except it was at a silly time.  Even stranger is that when I got up this morning I did a perfectly normal poo as if what I did in the night had no effect on me, but evidently I must have been suffering from some sort of backlog.

  There was one knock on effect of going for a poo in the middle of the night - I slept for longer, and got up a lot later, although I seem to be able to do that a lot recently. Maybe that will stop once the days get a lot longer. I didn't realise I had the unusual amount of get up and go when I first got up yesterday morning, but later it seemed I had far more than usual. I blame it on the brightness and clear skies the previous morning. There would seem no chance of the same thing happening today after yesterday's gloom, but you never know.

  I must admit I was very disappointed with my blood glucose readings this morning - except for one of them. Maybe it was the backlog of poo that was distorting things or something. This morning the GlucoRX meter gave the lowest reading of 7.6mmol/l, and that was the sort of reading I was expecting, but the other two meters read a lot higher, and oddly almost agreed with each other. The Contour meter read 8.9mmol/l, and the Sino Care meter read 8.5mmol/l. I should have tried the Contour meter a second time, but didn't. Usually it tends to give lower readings, but not this morning.

  I did think that I ought do some fasting today, but I'll be drinking at lunchtime, and that doesn't go well on an empty stomach. Even so, I could have had a smaller breakfast, but I had a single, but very well filled bowl of instant chicken noodles made up from two small packets of cheap and nasty-ish noodles.

  I will be having my usual couple of pints of Guinness in The Jolly Farmers at lunchtime. I hope I will be joined by Michael. I doubt he will come though. That would be a shame. It is not that I need the company, but that he deserves a break from his constant vigil at his wife's bedside in hospital. As far as I am aware she is not even aware that she is there most of the time. So an hour break would do him good, and he doesn't even have to have any booze. He can get tea or coffee from the pub, and they are more than happy for him to bring a lunch in with him - maybe from the bakers shop 2 doors away - something quite a few people do.