This morning started at closer to 12° C thanks to more cloud than predicted. The full sunshine shown on the forecast above is still struggling to come through as I write this, but in the last half hour we have had a couple of sunny spells, albeit rather short, and not full strength. I guess that means there is hope that the sky will eventually clear, before it gets cloudy again, and we only get sunny spells from 11am until 3pm when the cloud thickens a bit and the temperature starts to fall. Clear skies in the early hours of tomorrow will see 8am tomorrow as low as 6° C, but it will warm up a bit thanks to some full sunshine until sunset. The maximum temperature tomorrow may only be 9° C. After a brief flirtation with some warmth, it seems we are plunging back into winter again.

  After my lack of sleep in the night, I did not feel very dynamic yesterday. While it seemed warm enough to go out without a coat, and there were some sunny spells, I could not raise the enthusiasm or energy (although the latter was probably mostly imagined) to go out yesterday morning.

  I was actually still thinking of going to take a few snaps of The Catford Food Market as late as about 1pm, but it just seemed too easy to be very lazy, and catching up on some lost sleep with a snooze or two. That laziness extended to not even having a shower. With visitors in the form of Jodie (actually a single visitor expected in the afternoon, I did have a wipe over with a damp flannel, and a spray of deodorant. That seemed to do the trick (or so I told myself).

  The first real thing I did was to make up a couple of rolls for lunch using a couple of "deli rolls" that I bought several days earlier. I thought that one had started to grow some mould when I took a bite, but I realised it was just the blue cheese I had filled them with - plus sliced tomato, sliced gherkins, and sliced pickled red jalapeños. Those rolls were tasty, but very messy to eat. They were a bit small to hold everything I had crammed in them.

  When Jodie arrived she said that the darkening skies, and the gale force winds had made many of the stall in the Catford Food Market to pack up and head for home. The next one will be on the 29th of December - at least that is the last Sunday of the month, but whether it will actually happen in the middle of the holiday season is unknown. Anyway, I doubt the weather will be good enough to drag me out on that day either, but one day I'll go out and get some snaps of the food market.

  Yesterday afternoon's beer tasting session was punctuated with many long periods of silence as Jodie "doom scrolled" through Instagram on her phone. Nevertheless we did have a few short conversations, and we did have some good beers. Jodie gave in very easily to some of my beer suggestions, and at the end of the session we had had a couple of very strong beers. One "pastry" beer, flavoured with chocolate and stuff, was 10%. Another "old ale" was a similar strength.


  Jodie left to get the 6.42 train towards Clock House station, and The Three Hounds. It was another night where I was thinking about the possibility of a Chinese takeaway. I am rather glad I resisted that, but I did have two bowls of very spicy instant noodles as a very cheap, and probably lower sugar alternative. They were not as tasty though.

  I think it was about an hour after I finished eating my dinner, and feeling mildly drunk, when I wondered what my blood pressure was like (plus I hadn't done a regular reading). There are those who tell us that alcohol raises blood pressure, but it seems not mine in this case. 105/40 is really nice and low. Note the black squareish blob in the bottom left of the display. It is indicating that it thinks my blood pressure is in the Optimum area. My pulse rate when resting tends to be 59 per minute, and 61 is only the tiniest bit higher.

  With a belly full of beer and instant noodles, my sleep deficit was making me feel very sleepy. At this point in the narrative I have just checked the clock on my blood pressure meter, and it was (and still is) on BST, and so the local time when I checked my blood pressure would have been 7.38pm, and probably not long after I had eaten (which could explain the low reading).
  
   I went to bed to read for a bit at around 8.30pm, and lasted about 10 minutes before I fell asleep. I think I slept for about 90 minutes before waking up to go for a pee. My guts, top and bottom, were not feeling all that comfortable then, but I managed to get back to sleep again. I only slept for an hour before I needed another pee, and more importantly a couple of antacid tablets because those spiced (chillied) up instant noodles were now causing heartburn.

  As the tablets did their stuff I began to notice the aforementioned discomfort from the other end. Sometime between midnight and 1am I had two fairly substantial poos. Having a poo in the middle of the night is a very rare thing, but most definitely needed. After that I fell asleep quite quickly, and slept about normally, although I once again I slept late to make up for the lost sleep in the night.

  In the later hours of the morning I had a series of dreams that almost seemed like episodes from the same series, but also were often quite disjointed. They seemed to start in a bedroom with two beds in it, and were either at work or at school - either of which is very weird. I can't seem to remember the order of other stuff that followed that double bedroom setting. In one follow on dream I went to a Pink Floyd concert. Admission was just 40p, and I had to go through railways station like ticket barriers to get into the auditorium.

  The concert venue defied conventional spaces. There was one big room with a sort of triangular look. Next to that was a similar space, but because of the angles it would logically have cut into the side of the other space, but didn't. There was no stage in either of the triangular (in vertical and horizontal planes) rooms, and no sign that a band would be performing at all. I knew I was there very early, and were many others, but I got bored and decided to leave. To get out I had to pass a barrier which was like a ladder across the exit that had to be lifted up, and then I could walk down a short flight of steps. It was made that much more difficult because there was a man going up the other side of the ladder, and I had to lift him as well.

  Another dream that started from the same double bedroom was definitely in a school. I had to go and see the head mistress to pick up a letter, that had to be carried in a bottle, to Jodie, who was off sick, or maybe just off school for some other reason. I left the school, and had to find where to get the 367 bus (the bus I used to get to where she once lived). I got a bit lost, and after walking through some sort of park I actually arrived at Jodie's address, and gave her the bottle with the letter in it. I think I woke up at that point.

  This morning, after my lay in, I woke up late but feeling sort of OK-ish. I most definitely needed a pee, and I also needed another large poo. I have no idea where or how I must have stored it all up. Now the peculiar thing is that when I weighed myself yesterday, it did seem like I had only had a small poo, and that was overdue from the day before, but I had actually lost a bit of weight. This morning, after having many big pees, two poos in the night, and one when I got up, I seemed to have put on 700gm of weight. It was almost as if the laws of physics had gone haywire.

  It is all very odd unless my weight is a product of what I ate 48 hours ago, and not the day before. Yesterday I thought I had eaten fairly reasonably, and the day before that I thought I had eaten far too much junk food. This morning my blood glucose readings were a bit higher then expected - based upon what I think I ate, although, admittedly, not including the beers I drunk. One may have had quite a high sugar content.

  The Contour meter read 8.8mmol/l, and that is a little bit higher than I'd prefer, but otherwise OK. The GlucoRX meter read exactly the same at 8.8mmol/l. As usual the Exactive meter was off on it's own planet, and gave a completely different reading of 9.9mmol/l - just under the red line if there was any chance it had anything to do with reality. My blood pressure was up a bit this morning, but still registering as being "Optimum" with a reading of 111/51.

  My plan for today, or maybe it would be more accurate to say my fantasy for today, is to go to take some pictures of Battersea Park railway station. It is what I wanted to do on Saturday until the appalling weather put me off. Today the desire to go is weakened by the fact that I wouldn't have the extra interest of using London Overground trains that were on diversion to go to a station they do not normally go to over a route that is rarely used for passenger trains in service.

  To go to Battersea Park station today I would have to go via Clapham Junction, and get a train going to Victoria that stops at Battersea Park - most don't. I does feel like a lot of mucking about just to get a picture of a disused platform. I may do some more useful stuff today. That is very likely to include some laundry, and unlikely to include getting the strimmer out to give the garden a bit of wild slashing to reduced the weeds to mere stalks (or less). Mostly I will just make up today as it happens.