Yesterday was also like a summer's day. Maybe not quite as good as the day before because it seemed to cool down quicker in the early evening, and a few quite dark clouds passed over us. However there were loads of sunny spells, and maybe a few hours of non stop sunshine. The forecast said just 20° C, but I am sure it reached 22° C for a short while.
       

  There have been no sunny spells yet, and the breeze is feeling very fresh at the moment. I don't think today is going to be the day I get my shorts out again. The BBC seems to think that sunny spells should have already started, but it looks like The Met Office keep making the start just one hour later. Maybe there will be a sunny spell at 11am, but I fear not. The next possible time for sunshine could be late afternoon/early evening. Just 20° C is forecast today. Tomorrow could be very sunny, but only 21° C is the best the forecast offers,

   I never did go out yesterday. I didn't need any more shopping, and I felt that angina pains would soon spoil any out further than the local shops. That didn't rule out doing some train photography - which is a mostly static thing when not actually travelling by train - but maybe I was feeling semi depressed, and ruled that out too because I just could not be bothered.

  There was only one thing I did do yesterday, and at least for me, it was a major thing ! It was to get the hoover out, and to do a lot of hoovering (by my own standards). I started off in the hall, and before I actually hoovered the poor old faded carpet I did some tidying up to leave more carpet exposed. I'm not sure that after a fair bit of work it looks a lot better. The hall carpet is just too old to look good now.

  I then moved to the dining room. Once again the dining room carpet has seen better days, but after much scrubbing with the hoover head to pick up clumps of my own hair, other fluff and dust, food scraps (particularly where Jodie eats), and tiny bits of cardboard after I have cut up delivery boxes, it does seem to look better. I also sucked up a few more shards of glass after the accident where I kicked a bottle of Johnny Walker whisky, and it shattered.

  I then too the hoover upstairs where I gave the most accessible bits of the spare bedroom a quick hoovering. When I hear that Patricia will be coming to stay a night or two, and get my cameras out of the room, I can give it a better clean. The next area to get the hoover was the short bit of passage outside the bedroom doors. One of these days I'll have to get down on my hands and knees and give the skirting boards and between the banister railings, a wipe over with a damp cloth.

  Finally I took the hoover into my bedroom. Initially I just wanted to clean all the crumbs and other bits of dropped  food from under my computer desk, but having done that I did hoover all the accessible bits around my bed. There was an awful lot of fluff I picked up, and nearly all of it was my own hair. No wonder the hair on my head s getting so thin.

  As well as hoovering being hard enough work to raise a light sweat - even with windows open, and a cool breeze passing through - but I discovered it was also hard enough work to get the first signs of angina pain starting to come through. That seemed to be a good time to put the hoover away again. The only real significant bit I didn't hoover was the stairs and the landing at the top of the stairs.

  In approximate terms I finished my hoovering at around midday, and that left nothing to do in the afternoon. I think I mostly passed the time reading and snoozing, but I did spend a fair bit of time on the internet. For some reason (probably brain decay) I can't seem to be able to say what I had for lunch. I feel pretty sure I didn't skip lunch, but I may have substituted some snacking instead of anything like a proper lunch.

  I do know what my dinner was - and wasn't. I was intending to start with a salad starter, but the ready made salad which I had in the fridge had been there too long, and I think it was past it's use by date, and some of the salad leaves were wilting, and starting to smell a bit. I save the tomatoes and threw away the rest. I added the tomatoes to my main meal of flavoured, microwave in the bag rice with some chicken burger fillets in a sort of crunchy batter. I followed that with a couple of scoops of plain vanilla ice cream.

  There was very little on TV last night, and I ended up watching an episode of Star Trek: Voyager being shown on Sky Mix. Fortunately it was one of the less awful episodes. Later on I watched both QIXL and Have I Got News For You. The latter finished at 11pm, and so I did not get an early night last night. Fortunately the rice and ice cream seemed OK for my digestion, and I didn't have any indigestion to keep me from sleep past night.

  Once again it seemed to be in the very narrow range of temperatures where I was comfortable sleeping partly covered by the duvet instead of having to turn the heater on low - although I did turn it on around 3 or 4am when it was getting a bit cool.  on the whole I did seem to sleep quite soundly last night. I know I got up for at least one pee, but I hardly remember doing it, or if there might have been a second time (not counting what seems to be a new habit of waking up, up to an hour earlier than I feel I want to get up, and going back to sleep again after a pee.

  I do have some quite jumbled memories of some dreaming last night.  I don't think it seemed it at the time, but I am very sure that I had a short series of dreams that seemed to follow a common theme, but often jumped from place to place. I think the dream started with an attempt to put out a pirate radio broadcast from what seemed like an old dockside warehouse, although it often seemed more like a bedroom.

  The transmitter was installed and set up, but we didn't have an aerial. It must have been intended to be a medium wave broadcast because we were discussing how we could put up a long wire aerial to maybe another building. At some point my sixth sense predicted trouble, and I went for a wander to check the lie of the land (so to speak). I left the old building looking room, out into what seemed like a staircase of a far more modern building. Looking over the railings I could look down a couple of floors to where there was a small group of men in suits. I assumed they were the radio investigation people.

  I went to the very top of the stairs, and sat down in a passageway to look at a folder of notes and photos that I suddenly had with me. The photos included pictures of the known officers who could "bust us" for running an illegal transmitter. The next thing I knew was that those men were passing next to me, and one was carrying a directional aerial for VHF frequencies (and useless for medium wave tracking). A few overheard bits of their conversation showed they were indeed radio engineers, but seemed to be assessing the possibilities for a link for an outside broadcast from one of the legal stations.

  I woke up around that point in the dream. It was about an hour too early to get up, particularly after not getting to sleep until well gone 11pm. As noted above, I had a pee, and went back to bed. Once again it didn't really feel I had even fallen asleep, but suddenly about an hour had passed, and I thought I may as well get up. Apart from my right shoulder blade, which was quite sore in some positions, I seemed to feel reasonably OK.

  At first I though I was definitely not that good. The first blood glucose reading I took seemed rather high - about 9.4mmol/l if I recall correctly. That was using the Contour meter, and that is mostly, but not exclusively, reliable. The GlucoRX meter read a fair 8.1mmol/l, and the Sinocare meter read a rather good 7.7mmol/l. On the strength of those two readings I took another reading using the Contour meter. The second time it read a far better 8.4mmol/l. I would have been happier if all the readings were under 8.0mmol/l, and I am unsure what to blame for two of them being higher, but I am wondering if the rice I have been eating lately is as innocent as the packet label suggests.

  It's another Wednesday, and so the highlight ofn the whole day is going to be a lunchtime visit to The Jolly Farmers for a pint or three of Guinness. This week I should be drinking with Dik (Richard) who should be bring my bottle of whisky that I wanted as payment for the camera I passed on to him. Based on the previous two days I was thinking I might put my shorts on for a nice sunny walk through some of the park, but at 10.13am it is still quite dull, and the breeze almost feels chilly. Oh well, it seems there are sunny days still to come. Even tomorrow could be very sunny according to the BBC forecast, but next Tuesday could see sunshine and 24, maybe 25° C !!!


 





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