Yesterday was another day when the weather forecasts predicted utter gloom, and they were only three quarters right. A lot of yesterday was very dull, but there were also some nice sunny spells from time to time. It was also forecast to be dry, but there was at least one shower, and possibly two. It might even have been a single degree higher than forecast. I'm sure I saw 15° C on one of my outside thermometers. That still made it a very cool day.
       

  The weather forecast in tyhe screenshot above looks bad enough, but the latest revision is even worse. Now, onoly a single sunny spell at midday is predicted. The only positive thing is that at least while I write this, the white cloud from horizon to horizon is fairly bright. It seems that at best we can hope for 16° C today, but in the latest revision that will only last for 2 hours, and the rest of the day will be cooler. Tomorrow might be very similar except for some drizzle or light showers towards the end of the day.

   Yesterday was on of those days where I had hallucinations that I might do something useful, but reality trumped imagination, and I had one of the laziest days I have had in ages. The odd thing is that I don't recall feeling bored. The hours just seemed to slip away leaving no feeling of the passing of time,
  Some of yesterday morning started off quite bright with short sunny spells, and I started to think about going out - maybe just for some shopping, but possibly for some light exercise. Maybe something like a quick walk in the park. I had almost convinced myself when it rather quickly got very dark. That put me right off going out further than the wheelies bins outside my front door. The picture above was the view from my bathroom window at about 11.30am.

  One of the very few things I did yesterday was to go out to the wheelie bins outside the front door. The main rubbish bin in the kitchen was starting to get a bit smelly, and so that went into the black wheelie bin. I had two half filled bags of recyclables, and I took those out to the green bin. I also had accumulated quite a lot of vegetable matter in a closed container, that was very whiffy when opened to add more stuff. That went into the garden bin - which is not allowed, and I don't know why because it all composts down.


  One little, almost inconsequential thing I did yesterday was to remember to take a picture of some sugar free sweeties I found in Poundstretcher the day before yesterday. They are quite tasty, but are not quite so innocent as they may seem. For one thing each sweet contains 8 calories. That is a lot more than other similar sweets. They may literally have no normal sugar in them, but in small print on the back there is a list of sweeteners that includes some that I think the body can process into glucose. I am using them very sparingly even if the amounts of bad stuff is still quite small in such a small pack.

  I probably spent a very large percentage of time yesterday just reading and snoozing. I think I had a nice couple of snoozes during the day. If moving a few cans around could be described as tidying up the kitchen, then I guess I did a little tidying in the kitchen.





  One such can was of "Pepsi Light". I can't seem to remember what sugar free Pepsi Cola is called now. It may still may be called "light". The can pictured on the left is rather old, and it came as a freebie with a takeaway dinners years ago. It is notable in that it was probably an unofficial import from Germany - most of the writing on the can is in German.

  My experience with canned drinks is that if there are any imperfections in the can lining the drink with etch away the aluminium, and you end up with the can sitting in a puddle, and all the fizz has gone away. This can was still well pressurised and fizzy when I opened it out of curiosity, and also to get rid of it - I could have saved it as some sort of ornament, but that would be silly unless it was part of a collection.

  Even after chilling the drink was very fizzy, and I expected it to still have been in good condition. Maybe it was, but it tasted disgusting, and maybe had always been disgusting. I think I hadn't drunk it earlier because I remember my first experience of sugar free Pepsi, no matter what name/description they were using at the time, was that it was basically undrinkable. It seems a 20 year old can just made it all worse.

 I can't say I was feeling depressed during a day when I did so little, but I guess I was feeling a bit bored now and then. That probably influenced what I ate, and later on, what I drank. I know I had two ready made salads, with some added cold meats, for my dinner last night, but I can't seem to remember what I had for lunch. I know I started with a small apple, and two small oranges, and a chunk of cheese, but I am sure I had something after that mostly healthy lunch - something less healthy, but I can't remember what. Maybe I didn't have anything, but I need a scapegoat for my weight and blood glucose measurements this morning.
  I do know what I had yesterday evening because I took a picture of it - albeit the photo was actually taken this morning, although I did line up the empty cans for the photo last night. These two Imperial Stouts were delicious. The one on the left was 13.8%, and had a sort of undertone of a fruity taste. The one on the right was just 12.4%, and the taste was very conventional for an Imperial Stout. They were both very thick, and maybe had a higher sugar content than is ideal, but usually brewing to such high percentages of alcohol uses up every last bit of sugar.

  One thing that was definite was that when stood up to go for a pee, after drinking both cans, I had a very nice hint of an enjoyable wobble. It was that ideal state of inebriation when everything seems wonderful, but with no desire for any more beers.....although maybe if I had found another Imperial Stout, and had chilled it, I would probably have been very tempted.

  I watched an episode of QIXL last night, and that finished at 10pm. I was tempted to watch the following programme, an episode of Have I Got News For You. I did start to watch it, but I started to feel too sleepy. I was soon in bed where I read little more than a single page before I turned over and tried for sleep. Once again I got a sort of heartburn feeling, but it was a lot milder than usual, and I was able to get to sleep without taking anything for it.

  I should have slept solidly, but I seemed to wake up quite frequently. One of the early times I woke up because I was feeling cold. I did have the heater on low all night, but I didn't turn it on until shortly before going to bed, and it took a bit of time to warm the room up. It was another rather cool night, and I think I could probably have run the heater on full to get the room up to a more relaxed temperature. I ended up sleeping partly covered with the duvet. I guess I could have left the heater off, and relied purely on the duvet, but I do find that uncomfortable in a way that is hard to describe.

  I can't remember more than a few odd bits of my dreams, and then not always with much clarity. I remember one dream seemed to feature a lot of trains, and a railway station that was a terminus as far as passengers were concerned, but one track continued on through a slatted plastic curtain into a depot. I wanted to get a train going out of the terminus, but the only way I could get to the other platform was to illegally cross the tracks, and when I did that I found there was no platform that I could get on.

  Another dream was set in a pub, although the main thing of the dream was that I had somehow acquired a bicycle. Although many, many years had passed since I had last ridden a bicycle I was confident I could ride it home. There were two problems. One I was definitely not used to riding on today's very busy roads. The other is that I had got to the pub partly by underground tube train, and while I knew the name of where I was, I had no idea which direction was home. I don't think I had even got on the bike before the dream ended.

  I guess I'll blame those imperial stouts (even though they should have been innocent) for what seems to be a little bit of weight I appear to have put on overnight. They can also take the blame for an annoying rise in my blood glucose readings. None were what could be described as high, but alos, none could be described as low. The Contour meter read 8.2mmol/l. That sort of figure has not been good for the last few months now. The GlucoRX meter read slightly higher at 8.3mmol/l. Only the Sinocare meter read low at 7.9mmol/l. Meanwhile my blood pressure is quite low this morning, 97/52.

   This morning I have a dilemma. I want to, and somehow will go to The Jolly Farmers for my usual Wednesday lunchtime drink of a couple of pints of Guinness. Also I should be meeting Dik in there as well. The fly in the ointment is that I am expecting two boxes of beers to be delivered this morning, but as yet I don't know when. The courier is APC, and they do have a history of delivering before lunchtime, and that would be great except for one thing. I dare not wash my haor and have a shower until I am sure I can complete it without a knock at my front door !

  Good news !! After finishing what should have been the final paragraph, I went to the toilet. I was just getting comfortable when the door bell rang. My beer delivery has arrived. I can now have a nice shower, and wash my hair without having to rush.
 


 





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