08:17 BST

  Yesterday's prediction for today included at least one thunderstorm, but this morning's version of the forecast shows only some light rain for 4 and 5pm when the thunderstorm was supposed to happen. This morning is bright, but there is still enough cloud to stop any direct rays of sunshine for now, but it is the sort of cloud that has random gaps in it, and could break up to allow bigger gaps. Maybe there will be sunny spells later, and maybe the afternoon will be dull, but I suspect it is going to be mostly pot luck today. The afternoon will probably reach 22° C, and while not wonderful, it is satisfactory.  Tomorrow may start with some sunny spells, but the afternoon may see some light showers. Once again the temperature may reach 21° C. We still have to wait for next Wednesday or Thursday for some warm sunny weather.

  Yesterday was a good, but tiring day. It was Petts Wood Calling day, and I managed a nearly 7 hour stint there, but I was fast asleep in bed before the last band, Glamstar, would have been much more than halfway through their set. It was the getting there, and getting home again that was the most tiring bit.

  I finished off yesterday saying that the next thing I would be doing was shaving, washing my hair, and showering. That was not quite correct because I realised, or at least hoped, that I had time for a quick rest after I had finished writing. I think I allowed myself half an hour, although I wasn't really timing things. After my rest I did my ablutions, and then started to get dressed ready to go out - once I had cooled off a bit after the warm shower.

  It was my intention to get the 11:35am train from Catford station. That is a little further than Catford Bridge, and I knew I would need a short rest, maybe no longer than 30 seconds, when I got as far as Catford Bridge station. I left in plenty of time, but it didn't seem to feel like that. Maybe I tried to rush, and I was barely halfway to Catford Bridge station when I had to stop because my legs were aching, and I had that shortness of breath feeling that isn't actually shortness of breath.

  If I had walked just a little bit slower I may have made it to Catford Bridge without stopping, but that first stop made me think I might miss the train, and so I tried walking a bit faster. That just slowed me down because I then had to stop more frequently. I think I stopped at least 4 times on the way to Catford station. I was very glad that the lifts were working when I got there. After getting the lift to platform level I found I still had near 4 minutes to wait for my train.

  If I had walked a fraction slower I would still have made it to the station on time, and I might have felt less exhausted, and less annoyed at having to keep stopping ! It was nice to sit on the train as far as Shortlands station where I changed trains for one going to Petts Wood. In that direction it is only a 4 minute wait to change trains, but rather longer in the other direction.

  I made use of the lifts at Petts Wood station, and then started walking to the Memorial Gardens for Petts Wood Calling - except being entitled to a back stage pass I went to the entrance from the car park. No matter how bad I have felt in the past, I have never had to stop, and stop twice, walking from the station to the entrance. I was feeling in a very bad way ! However, once I got my wrist band, and went into the green room to put my rucksack down (which was extra heavy with two cameras in it) I began to feel more relaxed, and better.

  I had arrived at least 15 minutes before the first band were due on, and I have could have a small breather before heading out to the front of the stage to take many, many photos during the day. I have no idea how many I took, but I would not be surprised if it wasn't something like 500 photos. There are two reasons for such a high number. One was that I was using two cameras - my main big Nikon, and a slightly lower spec Nikon with either a fish eye lens or a zoom lens on it. The other reason for so many photos was because I was in a sort of unspoken competition with a master photographer, and I wanted to make sure that I had at least a few good shots among those I took.

  By about 6:45pm I felt like I was on my last legs, and decided to throw in the towel. I had arrived there at about 12:15pm, and so I guess I was there for about six and a half hours - slightly longer than last Sunday's Chatt Fest....I think.. Oddly enough, it was the same band, Ferrets, who were on when I headed home. On both occasions their uplifting classic punk songs made me hang on as long as possible.

  During what seemed a long day to me, I was bought a pint of Stout from One In The Wood, who were providing the beer tent. It was bought for me by Jo Woodstock. Sadly it was a poor substitute for Guinness, and I didn't really enjoy it. Later on I wandered off to The Daylight Inn  for a real pint of Guinness. I think it was just before I walked to the pub that I stopped to take off my right shoe. That particular shoe seems to collect flints, or in this case some sort of hard tree seed, like no other shoe I have ever worn.

  It was no wonder my feet were getting sore - my right foot in particular. Just before I walked to the station to go home I had to empty another, but different type, of hard tree seed out of my right shoe. It was about the same size as a dried pea. That made walking less painful, but I still struggled to walk to the station. I think I stopped at least once to get my breath back.

  When I got to the station I thought I had missed a train. I was down the stairs far enough that I was almost level with the front of the train, and the driver signalled that he would wait if I hurried. I signalled that he could go without me. It was only after I was at platform level that I realised it was not a train I could use. The next train was about 12 minutes away, and it called at Lewisham station. I would change there, with a 5 minute wait, for a train back to Catford Bridge.

  I felt like I was on my last legs when I walked from Catford Bridge back to home. It was only the thought that I had several things ready to instantly eat sitting in the fridge that kept me going. Once I was home I grabbed a twin pack of cheese and onion pastie type things from the fridge, and then almost limped my way up the stairs. I stripped down to my underpants and weighed myself. A day without eating (after breakfast early in the morning) and not much to drink, meant I had lost a fair bit of weight - which I expected to be just temporary.

  Maybe that temporary weight loss meant I was a bit cavalier with what I ate. The two cheese and onion pasties were probably unhealthy, and definitely were after I used a fair bit of very high sugar tomato ketchup on them to try and improve the very bland flavour. I next had a small tub of spiral pasta with cheese and pine nuts. It was rather nice, and may not have been too unhealthy for me.

  I almost rounded my weird dinner off with the last two scoops of caramelised biscuit ice cream from my freezer. That stuff was definitely very nice, but I have to eat that with care because of it's sugar content. That was almost all I ate, but I had to take a few things out of my camera bag, and one of those was a small re-sealable plastic box with some ginger biscuits in it. I think I had put 6 or 7 biscuits in it, and I had only eaten two while I was out. I scoffed the other 4 or 5 five shortly before going to bed.

  I didn't feel I had the energy to even get my camera outs, and definitely not enough to copy the pictures from them to my computer. It was about 9pm, just as Glamstar would be taking to the stage, when I decided I was so tired that I would go to bed. I got on my bed, and picked up my book. I thought I would read a couple of pages before trying for sleep, but I didn't get as far as opening the book. I put the book down again, turned out the light, and I would be surprised if I was not fast asleep by 9.30pm.

  I seemed to sleep well last night, but I was still getting up every 1 to 3 hours to have a pee, and it did seem I was peeing a lot on each occasion. I had turned the heater on low, with the thermostat set to about "just right" (probably), before I went to bed, and I don't recall feeling too cool or too hot at any time in the night. For once it seems my guess thermostat setting of "just right" was indeed right.

  I woke at just after 5am, and I thought I would not be able to sleep again,  but it was just like in the night when getting up for a pee. I got back to my bed, and seemed to fall asleep again with no delay at all. Maybe I could have done the same when I woke up at about 6:30am, but I decided to get up - although I would not be surprised to have a snooze after I have finished writing this.

  I was almost forced to get up at 6:30am because even though I had had a pee just 90 minutes earlier, I most definitely needed to get to the toilet, and it was not to poo. That didn't happen, and I have a feeling it may not happen until midday at the earliest. I definitely had a pee and it was a big one. When I got on the scales I found I had lost an amazing 1.3kg. Some of that was because my left leg, which was puffy from water retention, was no longer puffy this morning. I have no idea how long this will last, but I think I know the reason for this morning.

  I had eaten several things with a high sugar content late yesterday evening, and so I was expecting my blood glucose to be very high this morning. That would explain the extreme amount of peeing I had been doing through the night. It was a semi pleasing thought to see my blood glucose was not dangerously high. In fact two or my meters, the Contour and GlucoRX meters agreed that my blood glucose was only 8.8mmol/l. That is a bit higher than ideal, but not that bad. The third meter, the Contour Plus, which must use a different way to measure glucose content, did give a very high reading, but still just under the red line by the skin of it's teeth. It read 9.9mmol/l.

  Now I come to the interesting of what I am going to do today. In an ideal world I would capitalise on my weight loss by going for a nice healthy walk in the hazy sunshine (if that lasts for a few more hours), but my legs still feel stiff, I can't be bothered, and more importantly, I have other things I should be doing. One definite will be a beer tasting session with Jodie from mid afternoon. That will probably lead on to excess eating, and most of my weight loss will be blown away like a fart in a thunderstorm.

  Other semi definite things will be to transfer pictures form both cameras I used yesterday onto my PC ready for selecting and editing the best. I have no intention of doing any more than giving them a quick glance today. If I find the enthusiasm and time for any photo editing it will be of the pictures I took a week ago at Chatt Fest. I feel that I am more like to be lazy at a professional level during any spare time I might have.