08:34 BST

  There is a choice of forecasts for today. The simplest is the met office which says from midday to sunset it ill be overcast. The BBC forecast says some hours will be dull, and some might feature light rain or drizzle. Oddly enough, both forecasters show a similar range of the chance of rain. It is just that the BBC are pessimistic, and the Met Office are optimistic today. Both forecasters say it will be a cool day with only 21° C expected. As I write this the full sunshine that started the day seems to be lasting longer than forecast, although there are quite a few, mostly fluffy, clouds in the sky at the moment. Tomorrow should/might feature sunny spells all day long, and after a cool start, 16° C, like this morning, the temperature should rise to 25° C.

  The day before yesterday I said I was back to normal, but yesterday I had some doubts about that. Until I stepped out of my front door I felt like I was going to suffer negative reactions. Fortunately that was not the case, and after a while it seemed like I could have a wholesome day. My reality was not quite the same.

  While my health indicators were slightly worse then usual, or hoped for, or imagined, they were only worse by a tiny amount. That seemed reason to feel good, but while I was sitting here writing yesterday's piece I didn't seem to feel very good, although I cannot name any bit of me that actually felt bad. Maybe it was all in my imagination. It possibly was, but it could have been the case that my brain knew more about what was going on than it felt it could reveal to me.

  After writing I had my usual rest, but after about half an hour I went for my morning shower. One bad thing is that it seemed to be exhausting just towelling myself dry. That was not a good sign. Some of the problem might be blamed on it still being very warm indoors, and after a warm-ish shower, I was feeling too hot and tending to sweat. I allowed 20 to 30 minutes to cool off, and then I got myself dressed, ready to go out.

  Before I went out I wanted to wait until the postman arrived. It was not my usual postman, and either his stand in was a bit faster, or he was taking a different route - which was more likely. He had the last part of my recent Amazon order. It was 4 boxes of 50 test strips for my Contour meter. It was not an exciting delivery, like say a new camera accessory to play with, but it did mean I was no longer restrained to be constantly waiting for the delivery to happen.

  When I did go out, my target was to do some shopping in Tesco. I had visions of walking there being almost painful - and not just my feet, but loads of other bits of my body. However, after 20 to 30 seconds, (or something like that) I got into my stride, and the walk there, and back was no trouble at all. As usual the walk carrying shopping home was not quite so fast, but it didn't seem to be any more tiring than the other 384 times I have walked home with shopping from Tesco.

  As usual, I had not shopping list apart from a few vague ideas of what sort of food I might buy. In yesterday's case they ranged from the very healthy to it's exact opposite. I bought a couple of nice and healthy ready made salads (which in truth are a bit crap from Tesco), and I bought some very unhealthy (or is it ?) Tesco brand choc chip mint ice cream. I suspect it is made in the same factory, to the same recipe as that I had recently consumed that I bought from Aldi. The Tesco version seemed to have a much larger amount of sugar in it, but I suspect it was just two different ways of measuring it.

  I bought a couple of quite small looking ready meals and some stuff to go with the salads. I also got stuff I could scoop up with rice crackers, plus some hard cheese to be sliced and also eaten with rice crackers. The biggest weight was another four two litre bottles of Diet Coke. I carried those, and nothing else, in my rucksack. The odd thing is that it felt heavier than recently when I also crammed in a few cans of beer as well.

  After getting home, and putting my shopping away, I had some lunch. In terms of maybe fat and salt it was very unhealthy. On the other hand I believe the calorie count was not that big, and the sugar content was (hopefully) quite small. I couldn't decide between two things, and I had some of both. The first was a little tub of creamed blue cheese (St Agur) which I scooped out with rice crackers. The other was creamed pâté which I also ate with rice crackers. I must admit that ordinary pâté is just as easy to eat using a rice cracker as a scoop.

  As usual, I had a lie down after lunch, and spent much of the time reading my current book. I would have been happy to spend a lot more time doing that, but gradually a sense of responsibility started gnawing at my mind. After my shower I had put the last of my laundry bag in to soak in detergent. It was two t-shirts and another four pairs of underpants. I did not want a situation liken the last bit of laundry I did where it took three days to finally finish it !

  It was my intention to do that washing in one go once I got back to it, but after a couple of rinses I took a break. When I pulled of my rubber gloves I found that my right hand seemed damp. I thought that maybe I had worn out another pair, but then I thought it was probably just where I had splashed some water over the top of the glove. I had a fair rest before I got back to that laundry.

  This time I did finish it, and hung it on the big clothes horse to dry. This time my right hand was definitely wet when I took my rubber gloves off. The left hand was also slightly damp, but I definitely remember some water getting into the top of that. It did seem very likely that the right glove had sprung a leak, but I could not detect even a pin hole. I think that wetness was pure sweat. The gloves stop it evaporating, and working in uncomfortably hot water (without gloves) would have just made my hands sweat even more. It is sort of surprising just how much the hands sweat. I never notice any damp when they are in free air.

  Taking in my small packet from the postman, going shopping, and doing the laundry was not just the highlight of my day, but also the sum of my day. However, it seemed to be enough to satisfy me. I could, or should have, relaxed for the rest of the day, but unexciting TV made relaxing that bit harder. Plus I am not sure I enjoyed part one of my dinner enough to relax, and part two included a small portion of guilt at also made relaxation harder.

  It was good (for some amounts of good) that the BBC 6 O'clock News was broadcast at 6pm last night. Somehow there was no Wimbledon or match Of The Day to bugger up our viewing pleasure. I can't say that it was a terribly exciting news broadcast, but it seemed fair accompaniment to eating my dinner. Dinner was a salad - ready made salad topped up  with some ready cooked and flavoured chicken, plus some coleslaw. It was not as nice as hoped for, but not bad. I finished with the last two scoops of plain vanilla ice cream in a tub I have nurtured for well over a week, and possibly over a fortnight.

  The two Star Treks on last night, The New Generation and Deep Space Nine were both episodes that had very little attraction.....although Deep Space Nine started off featuring a very attractive Vulcan lady, although, sadly, she was really only there at the beginning to set the scene. Things looked up when it was time for an edition of Have I Got News For You. It was a pretty good episode, although some of the "fun" was martin Clunes fluffing his lines.

  At 10pm I turned off the TV and retired to my bed. As seems to happen most nights recently, I feel quite tired by 10pm, and I only managed to read a page or two of my book before I put the book down, turned off the lights, and fell asleep quite quickly. The only different thing last night was to close the window and the curtains before going to bed. It was almost chilly outside, and I knew it would be a lot cooler by this morning, and I didn't want the warmth of my bedroom escaping.

  By about 4am I felt noticeably cool, and when it was time to get up I felt almost cold. The very odd thing is that my indoor thermometers were saying it was still just over 25° C in my bedroom, and 3 or 4 months ago that would have felt hot. I guess we acclimatise to summer faster than we realise. I can't remember many details from my dreams last night, but I do remember one recurring theme popping up in many of theme.

  That recurring theme was a sort of prototype electronic watch I was building. It was based on a small green fluorescent display (not LED or LCD). I think I had recovered the display from a bit of scrap equipment. I had decided to drive the display with a very low power processor. It was partly very low power because it was clocked so slowly - extremely slowly! I had (somehow) written the software myself, and made a stupid mistake. The watch had to connect to my mobile phone to read the time and other stuff.

  The way I had set up the communication meant that the watch device slowed the phone down to it's speed. That meant that it could take 8 minutes after dialling before it was processed and a very slow connection made - too slow to carry speech. I must admit that this write up is based on my conclusions from small bits of information spread over a dozen or more dreams. Some dreams could have been terribly exciting, even including rampant sex (if I had been incredibly lucky), but everything had to be done at the sub snails pace of my watch processor !

  I did try to have a short lie in this morning, but I felt too cold to get back to sleep. If I had a duvet in the duvet cover, and had pulled that over me it would feel like I was cooking. Even the empty duvet cover seemed to almost get me feeling too warm. I got up, had a pee, but a poo eluded me (until about 10am, or 15 minutes ago). When I weighed myself I was happy and surprised that I seem to have lost 500gm. Once again, I keep my fingers crossed I am back on the path to some more weight loss.

  I then checked my blood glucose. Once again it was following the impossible rule of weight down, and blood glucose up. My blood glucose was good and fine in the grand scheme of things, but not as good as many of the days of this month (so far). The Contour meter read 7.3mmol/l, and of course that is rather good, but not quite good enough to be excellent. The GlucoRX meter read 7.7mmol/l - still in the good light green area on my spreadsheet colour coding. The Contour Plus meter read 7.9mmol/l, and while good, it was very close to being boringly average.

  I don't often report on my other main health indicator - it is usually boringly stable. Today is no real exception, although 110/48 is getting back to the slightly lower readings before one of my doctors suggested not taking the Indapamide tablets. It is possible if I tried to relax more I could get the reading even lower, but that seems pretty good for a first attempt. The cumulative thing is that all these good or very good readings say I feel wonderful today. It is a shame that my personal reality says different.

  Today is definitely changing towards dullness, and may include rain later on. It is not a great inducement to go out. That is a pity because I have nothing important to do - assuming you subscribe to the idea that going mad with the hoover is an important thing. I have a feeling I might still go out. It might be just to the station to pick up a copy of The Metro, and it could happen that I might jump on a train and ride around for a bit - with my Canon EOS 600D DSLR camera at hand.

  The reality is that I will more likely stay in all day. I have stuff to read. There is some music that I would like to download if I can remember what I wanted, and I could always get the hoover out....although hoovering under a leaden sky, possibly with rain, is hardly inspiring. I think I will have a lie down in a minute, and consider my options.