I have yet to see the mist that both the BBC (screenshot above) and Met Office forecast for this morning, unless they mean the very slight haze. I guess visibility is down to under 10 miles at the moment. Until late tonight (10pm) it should be a dry day, and late afternoon should see some sunny spells, but most of the day will be a nasty dull grey. At least the afternoon temperature will be an improvement over recent days. 17° C is predicted. Tomorrow may be even warmer, maybe even just about warm - 19° C is predicted. It seems the BBC have thrown every weather icon they have at tomorrow's forecast. It shows mist, drizzle, light rain, heavy rain, thunderstorms and some sunny spells. I think that tomorrow there may be a revised weather forecast that seems less random.

   Yesterday saw the end of a day or two of constipation, although even the end was not exactly pleasant. The rest of the day was OK, but hardly exciting. It was most definitely a day to stay in, and find odd jobs to, or just to be generally lazy. The latter was my main choice.

  As I noted yesterday, by the time I had finished writing I had been to the toilet, and had a poo 5 times. That did leave me feeling slightly sore, and that was a good enough excuse, when any, even a very minor excuse, was enough to make me spent almost the remainder of the morning laying on my bed - mostly reading, but I did try closing my eyes for a bit. I guess I must have slept OK the night before because I don't think I had a snooze.

   Just after midday I had the first of two lunches....or maybe one was just a snack. One of them involved a rather nasty (maybe because it was cold) steak slice, and a small packet of crisps, and a similar amount of crisps from a much bigger bag. Lunch part two, or a mid afternoon snack, was more crisps used to scoop up a little tub of cream cheese.

  I could have passed some of the afternoon editing more pictures of Underground/tube train, but I have sort of got bored with that. However I did spend some time looking through scans of my old film negatives. I was supposed to be assessing what sort of quality of tube train pictures I had taken, but the whole thing was a mild nostalgia sort of thing. As for the tube train picture: Most of the pictures I took on my film camera were not really good enough quality to use.

  One problem with those old film pictures is that I only ever had two lenses. One was a "standard" general purpose lens, and the other was a medium telephoto lens. With trains being fairly big things, I could have done with a wider angle lens to get a lot more of the train in the frame.....unless I thought close ups of the front or side of a train were good shots at the time. If so I bitterly regret it now. Hey ho......
  When dinnertime came around I did make more effort to be careful about what I ate - with particular regard to sugar and calorie content. My main course was, as pictured above, an Aldi Teriyaki noodles - part of the slender of choice, "Protein" range. 8.5gm of sugar seemed slightly high, and maybe even more than slightly considering how small this portion was.  310 calories was quite good though, or would be if I could have in any way thought of it as a complete meal.
  I still felt rather hollow after those nasty tasting noodles, and so I topped up with two apples and a chunk of cheese. One apple was a quite tasty Jazz apple, and the other apple was a golden apple (not golden delicious because it was not grown in France, and was quite flavourful). The cheese was Double Gloucestershire.

  I don't know why I never quite believe, until I have tried again, that two apples and a chunk of cheese can be so tasty, and satisfying. Those in the picture above seemed to completely satify the feeling of hollowness I had in my stomach after those Teriyaki Noodles.

  Talking of pictures of food: One thing I have been thinking about for some time is how to explain/describe the small quantities of peanuts I now consume compared to the gluttonous amounts I used to shovel down 20 (?) or more years ago. I have never weighted the amount before, but yesterday I remembered I had the perfect thing tucked away in a drawer - a pair of kitchen scales which have the useful thing of being able to be set to zero after an empty container is put on them. I did that with a the glass (which once had a candle in it) that I use to eat a small amount of peanuts from.

  In the picture the scales are showing that I had added 38gm of peanuts to the glass. (The glass itself weighs 138gm). Now I know roughly how much I pour out of a bigger bag, I can say that if they were all the same amounts (which isn't the case, but most are similar) I can get just over 5 servings for a small 200gm bag sold by Aldi. In future I may try and only put 30gm in the glass, and try to train myself to eat less in the future, although I may still do this more than once in a day - depending on whether it is a good or bad, hot or cold, boring or exciting, day.


   Once again I finished my day by watching QI on Dave. That finished at 9pm, and I went straight to bed to read while I warmed the bed up. I did have the heater off for a while before going to bed, but it was obvious I would be putting it back on before long. I think I managed to sleep for one or two hours before turning the heater on low again.

  I did manage to fall asleep fairly easily last night. I had only the merest twinge of indigestion, but my guts did feel a bit "odd". I would say sore, but that sounds worse than it was. The problem was that earlier in the evening the laxative tablets I had taken the night before decided to kick in, in a big way. Much to my annoyance was what turned out to be a very wet fart that needed a change of underpants. That was followed by two splattery visits to the toilet.I reckon that apart from what I had just eaten, I was pretty empty after that - except for some gas !

  I had one good dream last night, although my memory of it is like it has been heavily edited. It started with me in bed, and unable to sleep. I got up and went out for a walk. If it had been as far as it seemed to be, it would have been a very long walk - maybe 4 miles, and if the dream had included a return journey, about 8 miles in total. I don't remember having a particular destination in mind, but I set out in the direction of Forest Hill.

   It was like there had been a big edit that had chopped out a few miles either side of Forest Hill itself, and I was soon outside Dulwich Telephone exchange - and exchange I knew well from my days working for BT. I either had the keys or the door was open, and I went in. The ground floor seemed empty, but not so the second floor (which doesn't exist in reality). There were several people working there for some unknown reason.

  I had not gone far when I bumped in my manager. At least I think it was my manager, or at least a manager. I recognised him, but could not remember his name. He asked what I was doing there at that time of night, and so I told him, and also said that I would often pop into any of the local exchanges I knew locally when passing, and would fix any faults I found. The manager said that was a nice idea, but he couldn't offer any overtime for it unless it was a big problem.

  That dream sort of faded out at that point. I did have more dreams, and one featured a nice looking woman. The dream may have been heading in an erotic direction, but I just can't seem to remember any more about it. Maybe it was just a cheap 2 second dream or something.

  The only other things I can remember about my sleep was getting up to pee at least four times, but each time, except the last, easily getting back into a deep sleep again. The last time was too close to when I would get up. I didn't feel comfortable for the last 45 minutes, and was in positive pain with cramp when I leapt out of bed at almost 7am. One I put weight on my legs the cramp almost instantly went away, and apart from a medium strength desire to go to the toilet, I sort of felt fairly OK.

  That last pee, after getting up, but no poo after the laxatives seemed to have cleaned my out the day before, was good enough to show a nice drop of weight. I had lost 500gm compared the yesterday morning, and that was rather pleasing, It puts me back to almost where I had got to the last time I had a few days of weight loss. If I am good (unlikely on boring cold and grey days) I could reach a weight that is as low as the best I have seen since my days of loads of outdoor exercise during lock down.

  There was the thought that all the seemingly extra peeing was not a good sign for my blood glucose this morning, but two meters said it was rather good. The Contour meter read 7.9mmol/l. Admittedly that only just skims under the bar to be in the light green zone. The GlucoRX meter was a bit better with a reading of 7.6mmol/l, and just 0.1 over my new/current target. Once again the Sinocare meter was the odd one out with a reading of 8.6mmol/l, but at least that is still an acceptable figure.

  As usual (mostly) my blood pressure is very good. My one and only reading (because it was well good enough without trying to get it lower, was 100/48. That is actually slightly less than my typical morning average, which this morning stands at 103/47 for this month.

  I think I am going to do something productive, and yet foolhardy today. I want to go to Poundstretcher. The silly thing is that I don't know why. I definitely remember saying to Jodie that I must go to Poundstretcher soon because I need....something, but what that "something" is, is now a complete mystery. The chances are that I will remember it when I see it. If not, there is always other stuff I can buy from there - with the slight problem is that somethings could be edible, and not good for my blood glucose and/or weight. hey ho....