The Met Office says every hour will be overcast. The BBC at least say that some hours will be medium grey, and others will be very grey. The afternoon temperature will be a shivery 9° C. Before and after that it will be very shivery at 8° C until 9pm when the temperature will drop another degree. It should stay dry.  Tomorrow might see a few sunny spells (I'll believe it when I see it), and the temperature may briefly peak at 12° C, but mostly it will be 12° C after a 6° C start to the day.

  Yesterday was a terrible day. Any positive ideas I might have had were trampled under the relentless cold and very grey weather. Apart from a bit of cooking, I don't think I did a notable thing all day long. I mostly read, either from my book, or stuff on my PC.

  It didn't help that I got off to such a late start yesterday (I didn't start writing until 10:08am). By the time I had written 2,426 words, it was getting very close to lunch time. I had maybe a half hour rest, and then went down to the cold kitchen to make my lunch. Like the previous day it was cheese on ham on cheese on teast, and once again it was very enjoyable.

  Then it was back to resting, and I think I probably had a snooze. Sometime between 3 and 4pm I had a snack of two 25gm packets of ready salted crisps that I used to scoop up some cream cheese - a whole small tub of it, and thus made an unhealthy snack even more unhealthy.

  I did more reading - once again some pages from the book I am reading, and some from my favourite web sites. At about 5.45pm I went down to the kitchen to get my dinner ready. It was supposed to be a low calorie and low sugar dinner, and that is how it started by having two cans of soup that were low calorie and low sugar.  Of course I pepped them up with chilli sauce, but I didn't add anything like croutons.

  It was my dessert that probably spoiled things - even though, in theory, it was a very healthy sort of thing. It was one small, small in size and taste, orange, Then a large sweet and juicy orange. The final nail in my coffin was a very sweet and sticky persimmon. I suspect they all added quite a bit of sugar to my diet, but on the plus side they provided lots of good fibre (I think) and lots of vitamin C - useful in this dreary autumn, going on winter, weather.

  I was going to have two bottles of ale after dinner, but I only had one, and I am not sure why I didn't have the other.  The ale I drunk was from the Wolf brewery, and the other one we had from that brewery was judged my Jodie to be "minging", and so I didn't think she would mind me drinking it. I think she missed out on a very nice beer, although I guess it wasn't sour, acid and fruity enough for her taste.

  I went to bed not long after 8pm, and intended to read for an hour or more. I didn't think I would get to sleep very easily. It would either be indigestion, and/or having spent so much of the day resting and occasionally snoozing. Both were almost true, but not actually true. I had put the book down, and turned out the light just before 9pm, and at first nothing happened until suddenly I was waking up just before midnight to go for a pee.

  I had two dreams last night that had a similar theme. The fine details are a bit hazy now, but I can remember the important bit of the first dream. I had been drinking in a pub with an old friend I hadn't seen for something like 40 years. He had travelled a long way (possibly from Spain), and asked if I could put him up for the night. I said yes, and we headed home. When I got there I found my mum, sister, and  a brother all there when I only expected one person. Finding a bed to put my old friend up seemed impossible.

  I can't remember how that dream ended, but at the other end of the night I had a sort of SciFi dream that shared a similar them. I seemed to be someone in charge of manning a space station. An astronaut asked if he could stay on the space station - a weird, almost mushroom shaped space station. I said yes, because I knew there was a spare berth on the station.

  Unfortunately another astronaut, possibly from a different country, also asked someone else if he could stay on the space station. He was granted permission, but there was only the one spare berth, and that had been taken. It was a strange dream because it was all done over a radio link, and I could only visualise what was happening on the space station. The dream fizzled out when I suggested that the two astronauts would have to toss for the one berth, and the other would have to tether himself to something, and being as it was all in zero gravity, spend the night just floating where he had tethered himself.

  I think it was around 5.50am when I woke up needing a pee. Once I got out from under the duvet I realised it was a bit cooler than comfortable (although the room thermometer said it was not that low). I decided to turn the heater up full blast, and then after my pee I went back to bed, and slept for about an hour. I woke up to a nice warm bedroom. Some warmth had even percolated through to the bathroom, although I suspect it was still 10 degrees cooler.

  I had another decent pee, but alas no poo.After my complete and utter emptying out on Thursday I guess I am only just starting to fill up again. I predict I will have that poo within the next few hours - I hope ! When I got on the scales I seemed to have put on 600gm, and that seemed rather a lot, and probably more than can be accounted for by a big poo. The annoying thing is that I can't put my finger on one thing I ate yesterday that could account for such a rise.

  There was some better news when I checked my blood glucose this morning. This morning I went through the three meters in the opposite order to see if that made any difference, but I'll reveal the readings in the usual order. The Contour meter read 8.9mmol/l, and that is higher than desirable, but shouldn't be dangerous. The GlucoRX meter read an OK-ish 8.5mmol/l, or spot on my old target. Once again the Exactive meter read super high with a reading of 9.5mmol/l. The only good thing is that it didn't cross the red line into the danger zone, and it also meant that the average of all three meters was usefully lower than yesterday's average.

  My blood pressure seemed a little high last night. It had gone up from "Optimum" to "Normal". It may have been because I was checking it extra late, just before trying for sleep, when I realised I had forgotten to measure it. This morning I am happy to say it is back to normal, and the best of "normal". It was 104/46, and best of all, that was on my first attempt. I could have tried again for a lower reading, but the first try seemed well good enough.

  I had ideas about going to a gig tonight, but just looking out at the cold grey sky right now has put me off going out tonight. The main attraction about tonight is that the gig will billed to start at the comparative early hour of 8pm - instead of 9, or even 9.30pm, or well after my bed time ! I suppose it is possible I might still go. Right now though I don't even fancy opening the front door. After an almost completely sedentary day yesterday I do recognise that stretching my legs would be a good idea, and maybe the best I might do is to go for a short walk, although if I make it as far as the station I might get on a train and go for a ride. There is an awful lot of "ifs" in that lot. It doesn't make it sound hopeful.