As per the forecast, it is rather cold and dull this morning, but the clouds seem like they may be light enough to break up later. I don't think it will happen at the forecast time of 9am - that is only 14 minutes away as I type this. Assuming we do get the full sunshine forecast to start at 11am, the temperature should rise to 20° C - which is good, but not that good. At the moment it looks like tomorrow may be a re-run of today, but the temperature may only reach 19° C, and that seems a bit poor.

  Yesterday could be described as an annoying day, but maybe only a bit of it was really annoying. The laxative pill I took the day before yesterday certainly did it's stuff, and that was not annoying at all, but rather good, although if the visits to the toilet had continued into the afternoon it could have been a bit annoying.

  Apart from the extra, and rather productive, visits to the toilet, yesterday morning was rather typical. I wrote 2,270 words, and then had a lie down. There was one other thing I did. It was to check to Evri website to see if there was any movement on the parcel I was expecting. It got to midday, and although it said it was at the delivery depot, it had still not gone out for delivery.

  I still had a probably irrational belief that my parcel still might arrive yesterday. That belief, plus a slight stomach ache after so many visits to the toilet, meant that I didn't want to go out. Now that was a bit annoying because the sunshine looked lovely, and I could have done with some exercise. I didn't really do anything of note in the afternoon, and then I got an email....
  The message said that my delivery could take place as early as 3pm, but the message was sent at 3:12pm. Maybe that was a hint that the clock on the tool the delivery driver uses was wrong.

 By 4pm there was no sign of the delivery van. There was no sign of a delivery van at 4:12pm, but there was an estate car driven by a young black lady, and she had a pile of parcels in the back. One of them was mine

  My parcel contained a box with a brand new pair of Adidas trainers. In the past I always considered these, and others, to be a bit to "sporty" for my personality. However, Ayse, my favourite barmaid, often wears Adidas trainers, and one pair is similar to those pictured above. She always looks so light on her feet when she wears them, and they also look so comfortable on her. The flaw in this argument is that she was a trained dancer when younger, and still retains her very slim figure, and that itself is good enough for her to look light on her feet.

  My previous newest trainers are wide fitting, that suits my feet, and in that respect they are comfortable. Unfortunately they feel heavy and inflexible. The flexibility is getting better now I have been wearing them in, but I still fancied something with the flexability and temporary comfort of short lived, cheap, supermarket trainers. It looked like the Adidas trainers might be the answer.

  I hope they are long lasting, but my weight does give them a real pounding. I put  the Adidas trainers soon after they arrived, and I didn't bother with any sticking plaster on any of my usual sore spots. They went on fairly easily, and thatw as a good sign. I wore them for about 2 hours, and apart from a few places where any shoe tends to rub me,  they did seem unusually comfortable. All I have to hope for now is that they are long lasting - as a semi expensive (£42 plus p&p), well known branded, pair of trainers should do.

  One problem during the afternoon, while semi bored waiting, was that that I ate a bit more than is good for me. My lunch was not the usual rolls, but rice crackers, so a semi good start, with Tesco "soft cheese", and so not such a good idea. I ate more of than that than was probably good for me. before the afternoon was over I had also eaten 2 (25gm) packets of crisps, and also a whole 5 stick pack of hot Pepperami.

  I almost forgot that it was not long before dinner that I had some ice cream, and again it was more than intended because there was maybe a serving and a half left in the tub, and I just ate the lot - and thoroughly enjoyed it (even if it was cheap and basic supermarket own brand ice cream.

  It was not long before it was dinner time, and made a sort of salad based around the big (although not very big) pork pie I felt compelled to buy when I was in Tesco the day before. I still have no idea why I had this mutant thought that I should have a pork pie for dinner. I ate it with a large tomato, and some piccalilli. The last large tomato from the pack of 4 or 5 seemed a bit tasteless. this time I sprinkled some salt on it (something I very rarely use), and it did make it taste a lot better.

  I finished dinner with just two pieces of fruit. I had an almost ripe nectarine. In some ways it was quite nice - it was still a bit firm, without being hard, and it was only slightly tart. The other piece of fruit was actually a large juicy orange. It was one I had bought from the little supermarket on Catford Bridge, and their oranges are nearly always much nicer than those bought from Tesco.

  I watched the usual selection of TV programmes last night, and finished on another 2017 edition of Have I Got News For You. Once again it was not terribly good, and it mostly went in one ear and out the other. I wonder if I really did watch it....I think I did, but... Anyway, at 10pm I was heading for bed. I felt like I could fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. That does happen occasionally, but it is pretty rare, and last night was not one of those times. I seemed to feel uncomfortable in ways that are too diverse to describe. I got up again, and took a couple of paracetamol tablets and gave them over half an hour to work.

  I went back to bed, and while I didn't fall asleep as quickly as it felt like I should, it was not too long before I was fast asleep. Maybe it was before 11pm. It was another night where I seemed to get up to pee less often, but did much bigger pees. That was handy because I weighed myself before getting in bed, and I seemed to be heavier than recent nights, and wondered how I could peen enough to make me look a lot lighter this morning. Those big pees turned out to be essential.

  I seemed to have many dreams last night, but only bits of one seem to still lurk in my memory. It was another being back at work dream. It was set in a big room that had both bench engineers and the development staff in it. I didn't seem to be doing much work, but what I did do was manage to somehow copy part of a speech, by one of the development engineers about a possible new product, onto my Psion Organiser II - a very neat device for it's time, but one that had no audio capability except for beeps.

  It was my intention to show off my skills by playing it back to the man who had recorded it for the company website. Sadly it was too quiet in the noisy workshop environment, and I was soon distracted by the new product that was being developed. My instant contribution is that the case should be painted in very dark blue - almost, but not quite black. I have no idea where that came from, but it was taken on board as a good idea.

  This morning was another with a false start. In other words I woke up, went for a pee, and decided it was nearly an hour too early, and so went back to bed. I think I actually got up about 4 minutes later. It didn't seem like I urgently needed a pee, and so this morning I checked my blood glucose first. I thought it might be high after the pork pie (which I think contained more sugar than you might think), the portion and a half of ice cream, and the large sweet orange (and the Nectarine, but to a lesser extent).

  The Contour meter seemed to read even higher than expected, and after seeing the GlucoRX meter I re-did the Contour meter. This time it read a slightly more reasonable 8.6mmol/l, but higher than desirable. The GlucoRX meter read a very slightly better 8.5mmol/l. The Sinocare did it's usual when presented by my slightly high blood glucose, and gave a much higher reading. It read an close to dangerous 9.4mmol/l. It is lucky I know that meter all too well, and anything over about 8mmol/l always triggers a much higher reading.

  After doing my blood glucose I went to the toilet where I did a small pee, but no poo. I guess I might have almost done enough yesterday to keep me going until maybe this evening....but we'll see. I then weighed myself, and found I had put on some weight, but only 100gm, and that is a small enough amount to ignore....unless it happens every day when it would be bad. Hopefully it won't be long before I will see a small drop, maybe even a big one if all the cogs are in the right place.

  Today it is my intention to go to Nunhead Cemetery. They are having an open day, and there are a few sights that may be worth seeing, but it is time I paid another visit anyway. On a quiet day it can be a nice place to wander in solitude. I expect today could be quite busy, and that will spoil it a bit, but a few of the exhibits, if I can get clear enough views for photography, may make up for it. Of course this aim is dependant on not feeling like I could need a poo at any time. maybe I feel that way right now.

  Since finished the previous paragraph one half a problem is solved. I think I may want to have one more poo before I actually go out, but it was a fair start. Another problem today is no direct trains to Nunhead Station from Catford station. I can get a train from Catford Bridge as far as Lewisham, and then change trains. I think it is only a short wait for the train to Nunhead. I am not so sure it will be so quick coming home again, but if it turns out to be a 25 minute wait I could easily get a bus from Lewisham.

  Assuming I do go out to Nunhead, and it at least seems probable now, I have a great opportunity to give my new Adidas trainers a test. I do wonder if it is wise to go straight out for a fair bit of walking with untested trainers, but I think that with sticking plasters over the more sensitive bits, they will hopefully turn out to be rather good.  At the worst I can hang around the stations and just do some train spotting !