08:27 BST

  It was a clear night, but it was not all that cold. This morning started at 18° C, and it also started sunny. We are losing the full sunshine already, and there may be an hour of sunny spells before it rains for a few hours. However, the highest chance of rain, at midday, is only shown as 40%, and so there is a 60% chance of no rain ! Sunny spells will return for much of the afternoon, and the last couple of hours of daylight may feature full sunshine (or as full as the setting sun can give). The late afternoon temperature should reach 25° C again. Until 1pm, tomorrow may see sunny spells, but from 2pm there may be rain, or drizzle, and maybe, but unlikely, a thunderstorm at 6pm. The highest temperature tomorrow may only be 21° C.

  I have to confess that yesterday was a waste of a nice sunny day. The reasons are complex and not even the same for different times of the day. I did do one useful thing, but I generally had a very lazy day. One thing I did do was a fair bit of reading, but the book I am reading is losing it's appeal.

  Yesterday started off fairly well if my blood glucose is considered, or terrible if my weight is considered. I still don't really know what to blame for my big weight gain, but I suspect it had not a lot to do with what I ate the day before - my quite good blood glucose results back that up (although I realise there are plenty and worse sources of calories than sugar content).

  I wrote a little less than average yesterday morning. Despite that I still felt very happy to have finished writing, and didn't feel any need to expand what I had written - and if I did it would have just been worthless padding - probably. After writing I had my usual lie down and rest. I read for a while, but then my eyes started to drop. That is not unusual, but maybe the book I am reading, and how it keeps jumping around, seems to make it worse.

  It was still my intention, subject to one proviso, to go for some exercise later, and so I had a shower, and almost started to dress to go out for a walk, or maybe more likely, some train photography. The proviso mentioned was to do with my bowels. I concluded my weight gain might also include the need to poo a lot. That turned out to be over 50% false. I did isit the toilet a few times during early afternoon, but most times it was just wind.

  The idea of going out, possibly a long way from home if I was doing train photography, and needing the toilet at possible short notice, put me completely off the idea of going out. I'll admit I would probably have been OK if I had just had a short walk in the park, and if I had it would have been easy to cut the walk short to rush home.  It is most annoying to realise later than I would probably have been fine (apart from some farting on trains !) if I had gone out.

  There were two other things I could do, and one seemed important. In fact, when I think of it, both were important. The simple one to describe is I did some laundry - hand washing 9 pairs of underpants - easy to wring out, but bending over 9 times to pick them up to wring out, was a bit tedious. Anyway, I did that laundry, and this morning they are all dry and ready to wear.

  The other thing is a bit complicated. One reason for wanting to go out, and maybe for quite a few hours (which made train photography a good choice) was to avoid food. After my huge weight gain I knew I should eat very sparingly, and not at all during the day. I failed at the first hurdle. I had a lunch. Some of it was semi safe, and some of it was tasty, but naughty. Some of it involved ice cream.

  Until dinner time I was semi bored - not bored stiff, but under utilised or something. I ended up having a few small snacks. When dinner time finally arrived I made a salad the centre of my dinner, and the stuff before and after it was not tooooo bad. This morning I realise I didn't do too bad. One thing I was happy about was resisting any late evening snacks. I did drink about half a litre of chilled water because that feels good for short periods of time.

  Although yesterday was a Bank Holiday (August Bank Holiday) the TV schedules were back to normal, and I wasted time watching two Star Treks until 9pm. After that I went to bed to read rather than trying to find something watchable on TV. I guess I read until I felt like sleep, although my memory of it is very vague. It was a warm enough night, and I didn't need any heating on in the night, although I did run the heater for 20 minutes or so when getting up.

  I don't remember much about the night apart from some dim memories about a dream in the later stages of my sleep. It is possible I didn't dream more than the fragments I have hazy memories of. What I do remember is that all my dreams, or the one semi long dream I think I remember, was on the theme of pubs. I didn't seem to be with anyone, and I have no idea if my visits to a couple of pubs were lunch time, afternoon, or evening.

  The first pub I went into seemed quite busy, but the service was almost non existent. The bar staff were shaping a couple of big logs to use as a pub gain. One of the bits would be hung on chains, presumably as a target for the smaller log, but I had no idea what the bigger idea was. I think I left and went to another pub. It was a pub that brewed some of it's own beer, and the owner/head brewer must have taken too much LSD once (and possibly currently).

  His big idea was bacon flavoured beer. I must admit the little taste of it I had seemed nice, but it had one fatal problem. There was so much finely diced bacon in the beer that it was clogging the pipes and you had to chew it rather than drink it. I think I moved on to a third pub, and found it deserted, and badly lit. I found one bar person in a back bar, and ordered a pint of beer. It took ages for enough to be pulled through the pipe until it came out clear, and even then was not very nice. I may have woken up rather than faced any more.

  This morning I was mildly flatulent - possibly only mildly in terms of no trumpet blasts, but I think I did expel a fair bit of gas, but no solids - yet ! I didn't seem to pass much pee either, but when I weighed myself I found I was back to heading in the right direction - down. I had lost 900gm of the 1.2kg I had put on the day before. Between another 300gm and ideally more like 600gm would put me fully back on track.

  My blood glucose was up a bit this morning, although it was only two of my meters that said so. The Contour meter, usually very kind to me, read 8.4mmol/l. That is OK but nothing to celebrate. I think there may have been some sort of contamination of my blood that gave this semi high reading. The GlucoRX meter read a much better 7.4mmol/l. The Contour Plus meter read 8.6mmol/l, and that is typically 1.0mmol/l higher than the others. The new GlucoFix meter gave a nice reading of 7.3mmol/l - slightly lower than the GlucoRX meter. Had I taken a second reading with the Contour meter I might have got three nice readings, and everything would be fine.

  I have a plan for today that would be good for three things if I can actually bring myself to carry it out - and at this point I am not sure if i will happen. The idea is to start to walk through the park as far as the footbridge over the railway. I would then walk (in effect) the opposite direction towards Catford and Catford Bridge stations. I could pick up a copy of The Metro as my first useful task.

  On the way back home I could call into the little supermarket on Catford Bridge, and stock up with exotic instant noodles, and most probably other stuff too. I would then walk home, and completing the walk would be the third achievement. I'm not sure how long this walk would be, but a rough estimate suggests about a full mile. I think I might take my lightweight Nikon DSLR camera (the D3200), and see if I can get a few interesting pictures along the way. It all sounds very good when spelled out like that, but I am still unsure if I really feel in the right frame of mind, or the right sort of health to do it - particularly if, as seems possible, it is threatening to rain - or actually raining !