The day starting at 12° C is probably the only good thing about today, although a possible 14° C in the early afternoon could be good too. Other than that it will be very dull for most of today. The big unanswered question is "how much rain, and when ?". The BBC forecast shows lots of assorted drizzle and shower splattered across the day. The Met Office also forecast rain, but the latest revision to the forecast says it will only fall after 10pm. Meanwhile the puddles in the road  persist, possibly fed by fine, almost invisible drizzle. Tomorrow could see 14° C, or even 15° C. The Met Office say there will be 100% white cloud all day. The BBC say sunny spells for much of the day. One of them has to be wrong.

    Yesterday was a miserable day. The horrid weather did nothing to give any cheer, and actually did the opposite by making all my aches ache worse then usual. I actually felt ill for a lot of the day, and while I am very sure it couldn't have been 'flu, it did share many of the same symptoms.

  My stupidly high blood glucose readings in the morning meant I had to fast after breakfast until dinner time. On some days that is easy, but not on a cold and miserable day. I seemed to feel cold for a lot of the day, but I frequently checked my temperature, and it didn't even approach the beginnings of a fever. That suggests all my aches were purely caused by it being cold and damp outside, and probably by a change in atmospheric pressure. Maybe I was suffering from the bends.

  While the bends is a severe problem, fatal in some cases, brought on by large changes in pressure (such as those caused by deep sea diving), it is not supposed to be a symptom of low pressure typically during grey wet weather. However, that is acknowledged to be the cause of some headaches, and some pain around the head - https://www.healthline.com/health/headache/barometric-pressure-headache#prevention. Quite what the mechanism is that seems to be getting worse every winter, is unknown, but I feel very sure it exists.

  I did almost nothing yesterday, but I won't claim to have been 100% bone idle. I did do one important thing. I emptied three general waste bin, and the recycling bin. I also cut up the box that my beer delivery came in. It arrived about 10 minutes early to the suggested time slot of 11am to midday. That suited me fine, although maybe only because after that I could stand down from listening out for the door bell, and could do some more intensive nothing.

  The next thing of note that I did was to make up the salad I had for my dinner. Oh, I am almost forgetting that I didn't end up completely fasting until dinner time. Sometime in the early afternoon I did munch on a handful of salted peanuts. Back to my dinner...It was a very large salad featuring lots of green and vegetable stuff, plus diced "spam" and diced cheese. I feared I might have over done it a bit, but so far everything seems OK.
  I took the picture of my salad from an angle that showed the top as well as the depth of the bowl. As can be seen, the bowl is very well filled. One thing I added too much of was spring onion. I diced one extra large spring onion, and two very slender spring onions. My feeling now is that just a bit of spring onion is enough to give a bit of taste to occasional mouthfuls. Another thing that seems best, or maybe actually edible, is thinly sliced celery. I hate celery in bulk, but thinly sliced, with out stuff, it is not too bad.

  I watched some assorted TV last night, but I can't say I enjoyed it all that much. The last thing I saw was Have I Got News For You (on Dave). That finished at 10pm, and I went to bed straight after, although I did read in bed for another half hour. While watching it I turned the heater up full, and I took a couple of Paracetamol tablets in the hope of getting a better sleep. It half worked, but I did seem to still wake up at least every 2 hours - maybe not for a pee, but I did have a pee every time. It seemed like my blood glucose was high again.

  One of the best things about my night was that I had two sexy dreams, and a couple of other dreams that were sort of pleasant, but forgettable. The first sexy dream was in the first hours of sleep. I was in a bedroom with three bed, and two of them were for a a couple of girls - not young girls, but more my own age, which seemed to be in my twenties. It was morning, and I was dressed, but lounging on my bed. The girls asked if I was going to stay there and watch them get dressed. I said yes please, and that the sight of tits and bums would brighten the day. They just tutted, and started to prepare to get dressed. Unfortunately I woke up then - so not really a sexy dream.

  The next "sexy" dream was closer to the morning. It was one of those dreams that had no beginning or end. It was almost like a snapshot, but it wasn't just still life. I had no proof, but I think I was naked. I was approached (maybe she came through a door) by an old female friend from about 30 years ago, and she too was naked. One of asked if we wanted a cuddle, and we did. I remember a soft warm body pressed firmly against me, and then in the annoying typicality of dreams I woke up !

  All the peeing in the night, or at least it's frequency, rather than quantity, suggested I was going to be very disappointed with my blood glucose measurements. I wasn't ! The Contour meter read a good 7.7mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read an even better 7.3mmol/l, and even the Sino Care meter read a fairly good 8.0mmol/l. Evidently my fasting worked, or worked well enough. I do wonder if there was a reason for the high readings yesterday that I hadn't considered. Maybe it was not what I ate, which should have been mostly OK, but my body fighting an infection. Curiously enough, it is pretty miserable weather today, but so far I don't seem to feel too bad.

  The highlight today is a trip to the pub for my usual Wednesday drink of a couple of pints of Guinness. I expect I'll be on my own today, as usual, but there is a tiny chance that Michael could pop in. The last time I saw him, last Thursday, he said his wife was probably due home from hospital over the weekend. I have heard nothing since. It is possible, although unlikely, that now she is back in her own home she might be more settled, and maybe Michael might allow himself an hour of freedom, but I bet he doesn't.