The forecasts from both The Met Office and the BBC are almost identical, but only the BBC shows rain and a thunderstorm for 3pm ! Neither forecaster acknowledges that as I write this it is rather grey, and the chances of a sunny spells at any time in the near future seems very unlikely. However, it could be warm with a high of 23° C predicted.  The Met Office predicts that tomorrow will be damp, but mostly from light showers, until the last shower at 4pm. The BBC says thunderstorms from almost dawn to dusk, and if it is not a thunderstorm it will still be heavy rain. Both forecasters agree that tomorrow will be just 19° C by early afternoon.

   Yesterday can only be described as a bland day. It passed by easily enough, but I found I was not in the right frame of mind to do much with the day. Probably my greatest achievement was eating unwisely, although maybe it was going out to get some assorted shopping from Poundstretcher.

  It was quite late in the morning before I felt ready to take a shower, and then get dressed to go out. I only went to Poundstretcher - a very similar distance to Tesco, or Aldi, but less than the walk to either of the Catford Railway stations. I can, and can't blame Poundstretcher for my unwise eating yesterday. The "Flips" pictured on the left were one thing I bought, and they do look possibly to be not good for me.

  The very surprising reality is that per 100gm they contain 0gm of sugar, and the bag only contains 60gm. I have no idea what the lobster is doing on the packet. Maybe the misshapen lumps of what is probably some sort of foamed and fried starch is supposed to resemble a lobster shape, but to see that you probably need very special glasses. They weren't even greasy, and so apart from the fine peanut dust over them, the food quantity was probably little different to package packaging chips.

  I did buy several packets of three bitter orange chocolate coated biscuits. They do have quite a low sugar content, but I think I ate a whole packet of them (a packet of three !!). The main thing I wanted from Poundstretcher was not food at all, but bleach. I bought a couple of bottles of cheap bleach, and now my toilet pan is gleaming !

   There is not much I can say about the walk to and from Poundstretcher. It is about as far as I can walk comfortably. When I got there I was just getting the first hints of discomfort, and the same again when I got home. I can't seem to remember if any of the walk featured sunshine. It possibly did, and that bit was probably nice. It definitely didn't rain, and I walk there and back with no coat.

   As mentioned near the top of the page, I didn't seem to be in the right frame of mind to do anything, or at least not beyond odd little things. Such little things included washing up a few bits in the sink, and later on to prepare are part cook some of my dinner. Even with dinner being part cooked, and scheduled for just a few hours later, I think it was boredom that drove me to prepare and eat an extra portion of instant noodles.

  As pm approached I added the last ingredient to my dinner. It was bacon, and it was oven cooked sitting on top of a few baked mini potatoes, a few baby tomatoes, a couple of mini bell peppers, and some sprouts. The bacon seemed to be quite good, but maybe not when effectively roasted. If fried it could have been really good. The whole meal was actually a bit disappointing, but it might almost have been moderately healthy.

  After watching Star Trek: Voyager (a moderately OK episode) there seemed nothing to do but go to bed to read. It seemed warm enough in my bedroom that I didn't have to get under the duvet to feel warm while quietly reading. I read for long enough, maybe no much more than 30 minutes, to finish the book I was reading - Harry Harrison's "The Stainless Steel Rat Wants You", the seventh book in the Stainless Steel Rat series of books. It could be easily described as comedy Sci Fi.

   While I was reading I was just about distracted enough to not notice that I was feeling quite uncomfortable. I seemed to just feel uncomfortable all over. I took a couple of Paracetamol tablets to see if they helped, but what the probable cure was, was to take both pillows off my bed, fluff them up a bit, and more importantly, put them back in the right place. All this was preceded by some thrashing around in bed as I tried to get comfortable.

  I didn't do the pillows until sometime later. I was trying to get to sleep with the aid of the Paracetamol at about 10pm, and I seemed to be close to getting to sleep when my phone bleeped at me. To my (pleasant) surprise it was another series of messages from Angela. This time she revealed some more about her problems. It seems she has, or may have, cancer of the tonsils. It is a cancer I have not heard of before, but of course I did some mild research about it this morning.

  Angela is understandably quite scared of it all, but she may be premature, and is concentrating on how unpleasant the treatment may be. She has been told she may need radiotherapy 5 days out of every week, for 6 weeks. That could indeed be very unpleasant, but maybe she is jumping the gun. She told me that she goes to hospital for a biopsy on Monday. As far as I am aware she is not actually fully diagnosed as having cancer until the biopsy has been studied. Until it is it is possible that it is not cancer at all, or at least not in the conventional sense. Any abnormal growth can be called a cancer, but quite a few come and go with no consequences.

  I didn't attempt to argue the point with Angela, but I did try to say stuff to raise her spirits and similar stuff. I still find it rather wonderful that she considers me to be a very good friend still, and turns to me, and possibly no one else, when she needs a good friend. What she needs, and what I would very much like to give her, is a nice hug. I thought that was supposed to be her husband's duty, but it seems not to be the case. It reinforces my thoughts that they were not meant for each other.

  We finished exchanging messages at about 10.30pm. After taking on board all that, it was probably at least 11pm before I could get to sleep. Incidently it was after we had finished messaging that I sorted out the pillows, and got when back where they should be (with the bottom one not falling off the end of the bed !). Once asleep I seemed to sleep quite well, and I didn't have to get up to pee all that much.

  I did have some dreams, and this morning I finally can remember some of a dream. I can't recall the whole sequence, but it was basically about a train. The train was a 2 car slam door train with a sort of engineers wagon coupled to the back. It was making a special last run before being scrapped. There was quite a scramble to secure a place in the engineers wagon and the only way of getting on it was to go down onto the live track and cross one line before getting on the wagon.

  The inside of the wagon seemed to change a lot during the dream. Sometimes it seemed like a slightly short normal carriage. At other times part of one side was open, and the back had sort of canvas curtains, and tailgate like a lorry. being able to see out the back was most fascinating during the ride. At one point we were going down the middle of a road like a tram does, but the tracks we were on were from when it was originally all railway, and before the road was built over most of it.

  When coming down a very low hill we passed the site of where there was a railway depot, but that had all been excavated to reveal the bottom floor of blocks of flats. It must have been during a jump in the dream (or probably a completely new dream) that we ceased going on tracks in the middle of a busy road, and were entering a station. For some reason I believed it to be London Bridge.

  The dream jumped again, and we were back on the road as pedestrians (I was not alone, but I have no idea how many other were there), and watching as an ordinary car was being used to pull the engineering wagon away from the other two carriages after they had been uncoupled. I asked when that wagon was going to be cut up, and was told it would be in the afternoon. That meant a mad scramble to take more photos.

  I probably woke up then, and I think it was just gone 6am. I went for a pee, and then went back to bed. It seemed a bit too early to get up. I turned over in bed, closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew was that it had just gone 7am. It really was time to get up. Once again I went for a pee, but this morning I also did quite a substantial poo. Even after that it seems I managed to out on a whole half kilogram since yesterday morning. That was not good, but so far it might just be the usual day to day up and down, but recently yo-yoing around a lower average.

  My blood glucose was also up, but not by much. The Contour meter read 8.9mmol/l, and that is about the highest that could be described as "ok". The GlucoRX meter read 7.8mmol/l, and that is rather good. The Sinocare meter read 8.5mmol/l, and that was spot on my old target.  My blood pressure was up a small amount this morning, but 110/50 is still in the "Optimum" area according to how the meter diagnoses it.

  Once again I only have the vaguest of ideas what I might do today. I think that I will definitely have a shower this morning. After it I may do two things. One will be to leave some laundry soaking it detergent for later washing, rinsing, conditioning, and then hanging up to dry on the clothes horse in the front room. I feel I am also tempted to go to Aldi. I want to try their other "Slimwell" frozen ready meal, and see if it as bad as the other one I tried. I might even buy two if it seems to be as small as the other. Some cans of beer could be useful too.

  We are now getting some weak sunny spells, and maybe the forecast sunny spells might be a reality. It could make the walk to and from Aldi quite pleasant if I can do it in sunshine. I guess it may be possible that I will get around to trying out one of the new M2 sized solid state hard drives I bought from Amazon. Maybe by this time tomorrow  these web pages will be served from a new server using one of those drives......but I wouldn't promise it.