09:18 BST

  The wind calmed down yesterday evening, and today the wind will only briefly touch 14 mph (at 10am....maybe). This morning has started with clear skies, and full sunshine. Later on the clouds will be back, the forecast says sunny spells for most of the day, and even full sunshine again this evening. They day should be completely dry, but it may rain after midnight tonight. The afternoon should reach 18° C again. Sadly tomorrow will be dull and wet. From morning to early afternoon there will be rain. Some of it light rain, and some of it just drizzle. By 3pm it may dry up, but it will remain grey and gloomy.

    Yesterday was one of those days where very little happened, but the day seemed to pass by very smoothly, and at times, even enjoyably. I didn't spend the whole day doing nothing, but I have very little to show for yesterday. In theory I have little to write about yesterday, but I'll see how it goes as I am writing.

  Yesterday morning I wrote that it seemed like it might be nice to go for a walk, even if it was just to the shops, but in my imagination it would be at least a walk in the park. I am not entirely sure why, but I never left my house at all - except possibly to venture a few feet, but no more, from the back door - and that was just to put the uneaten remains of the cats dinner outside so he could have more when he was ready.

  With the idea that I would be going out, it seemed important to have a shower. I was going to wash my hair, but that seemed less important. After I had showered I put some clothing in to soak in detergent. I expected to get back to it in an hour or three, and having it hanging up to dry by maybe mid afternoon, and be dry this morning. That is what I expected to happen. I did get back to it, but I only did half the job.

  After I dried myself (I was still dripping when I put the clothes into the big bucket of detergent) I put on a pair of shorts, and laid on my bed to rest for a bit, except it was longer than "a bit". I read for a while, and then my eyelids started to droop. I allowed myself to drift off to sleep. I have no idea how long that lasted. I know it was more than 5 minutes, and less than 12 hours (a lot less !).

  The book I am currently reading is "Thrice Born" by Andrew Lester. It is a sci-fi story set on an alien planet with very human like aliens living on it. The huge difference is that it is the males that give birth. The book describes them as having a horizontal vagina through which they give birth (and presumably through which they are inseminated). It is years since I last read this book, and much of it is completely forgotten except a strangely erotic couple of pages where, if I remember correctly, an earth born woman has a sexual encounter with an alien man. I can't remember the details, but it is weird in a good sort of way.

  With no effort, or even realisation of time passing, it was lunch time. Unless I am confusing it with the day before, I had ice cream for lunch. It was very nice, but not exactly filling, and it did not seem to include much Sodium Alginate in the listed ingredients (it was last on the list). It may have had just enough to offset it's own sugar content, but no more.  I ate while reading stuff from the internet, and continued to read after I had had my portion of ice cream. After a while I felt like laying down, and closing my eyes again.

  I don't think I slept this time, and it might have been less than an hour before I went back to my laundry that was soaking in new just tepid water and detergent. I must admit I was forcing myself to get back to it because I didn't fancy all the work involved. I only got as far as getting the clothes in the second rinse water before giving up. The intention was to do that last rinse, and the fabric conditioned just a bit later. It is all still sitting there this morning, and I need to finish it before I can have a shower.

  I'm not sure if reading a book should be described as being lazy, but I did spent more of yesterday afternoon reading. There was only one positive thing I did. It was to do a backlog of washing up. Actually most of it was just beer glasses from the previous day's beer tasting, but there were a couple of noodle bowls as well as some cutlery. I got it all done, and cleared the sink and sideboard.

  I turned the TV on at 5pm, an hour earlier than usual, because I couldn't think of anything better to do (although I should have got back to my laundry - but didn't !). The Legend channel was showing a Star Trek: The original series, and it was one of the better episodes (they were all great when freshly shown, 30 years ago (maybe), but some episodes have not worn well.

  After that it was time for the BBC 6 O'clock News, and also time for dinner. The news seemed to be a bit bland, and that was like my dinner. I saw and bought a Spaghetti Bolognese ready meal in Aldi. It is my least favourite pasta dish, and I think I might have been expecting a miracle when I bought it. I fortified it with a generous sprinkling of ready to use, crispy fried onions. It was sort of OK, but it still seemed something like bland...maybe "unexciting" is the word I am looking for - inoffensive, but nothing to get excited about or enjoy.

  I seemed to continue watching TV for the rest of the evening - more Star Trek episodes, and finally Have I got News For You. I think I had the option to then watch QI, but it seemed like bed time before that started. It was surprising that after resting so much during the day, including several snoozes, I felt so ready for sleep. It is a peculiar thing that I didn't seem to feel tired - just sleepy. I have no idea when it was, some time after 10pm, and maybe as late as 11pm, I turned out the light, and it seems like I felt asleep instantly.

  I might have helped to fall asleep because my bedroom was at the ideal temperature - not too warm and not to cold. Apart from getting up to pee a couple of times, I can hardly remember anything about my sleep except that I woke with the impression that I slept really well. I did have at least one dream, but apart from a vague idea that it was probably set at one of my old work locations, I can't seem to remember anything more solid.

  This morning I was happy that not only did I have a fair sized pee, but I also had a small, but not insignificant poo - although it did involve two visits to the toilet. When I weighed myself the second time I found I had only gained 300gm since yesterday morning. I say that as if it was good, but only an actual loss would be good. Too many gains of 300gm would add up to a disaster. All I can say is that it still looks good compared the the averages of all but one month this year.

  My blood glucose was not good this morning, but neither was it that bad. It is slightly higher than my average for the month, but only by a small amount. I can only use that hackneyed phrase of neither good or bad. On the other hand, getting to this sort of middle ground is now easy without having to take any special precautions, and that is sort of good. My blood pressure is also very average with this morning's reading being 118/51.

   Obviously (at least it should be obvious even to me) the priority for this morning is to finish the washing so I can get the buckets out out of the bath, and have a shower. Once I am clean and dry I can go shopping. Ideally I would like to go to Tesco, but they are still in my bad books for not keeping enough staffed checkouts open to stop slow moving queues. I shall just have to go to Aldi, and the only downside of that is that somehow they have more stuff to tempt me to eat badly.