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  Yesterday was another damp and drizzly day. There was no sign of the sun at any time, but the afternoon temperature did reach 11° C for a couple of hours, but it was hardly noticeable indoors. The early evening rain did seem heavier than the light rain forecast, and I am not sure that it finished at 9pm as per what was forecast.
  I think that today I will use the Met Office forecast even though it is often very wrong, but today it is more optimistic. I particularly like the sunny spells shown for daybreak to midday. It is semi bright at the moment, but the clouds suggest the chances of sunshine are slim at the moment - except we have just had a brief sunny spell !

  Yesterday was both good and bad. The bad was actually very silly. I was fretting about going to a gig in the evening, and it was almost early evening when I finally realised that gig is actually tonight instead of last night. More about that later.

  The perpetual wet weather did not endear me to yesterday, and by the end of the afternoon I knew I was not going to be going out. I did have thoughts about a morning, and early afternoon walk, but a glance out of the window made me think otherwise. I spent a lot of yesterday laying on my bed, sometimes awake, but I also seemed to snooze a lot. I don't know why I felt tired yesterday. I thought I had slept reasonably well, and I didn't think I was, for instance, fighting any illness, but maybe I was fighting something I was unaware of.

  I think it was before lunch that I decided that if I wasn't going out, I wouldn't need a shower, and I could wash more stuff from my laundry bag. I still have not reached the bottom of my laundry bag, but two t-shirts, a pair of lounge pants, and three pairs of underpants was almost enough to reach the bottom. Maybe I'll do the last 3 or 4 items today, or maybe not.

  Once again I seem to have forgotten what I had for lunch. I think I was going to make it something a bit light, but I am not sure if I did. Actually, maybe I do remember. I think I am now sure it was an Aldi ready made "Korean style" salad. I didn't care for the spicy mayonnaise, and used ordinary mayonnaise. I added cheese to it, and I guess it could have been called a cheese salad after I had modified it.

  After lunch I had a lie down which turned into a snooze. If I recall correctly I woke up after half an hour, maybe longer, but stayed lyaying down and sort of daydreaming. I know I never returned to the laundry that was soaking in detergent until late in the afternoon, and possibly after dinner. I know I did most of the rinses during commercial breaks while watching TV in the evening.

  It was having the dinner I had, or maybe it could have been any dinner, that was my final decider that I was not going to go out later to a gig that I later realised is tonight, and not last night. I often feel slow and sleepy after eating, and so going out would not be a great experience. Of course the real reason was the rain and the dark, and the prospect of another ultra crowded visit to the black hole of Calcutta - aka The Bricklayers Arms in Beckenham.

  My dinner was not super filling, but the dessert after would have made it so. The main course was a couple of pork shanks in mustard sauce, and a put of steamed mixed vegetables. If I had not sprinkled the vegetables with grated cheese it might even have just passed as a healthy meal (assuming you are a meat eater). The dessert was rather more ice cream than was ideal. My excuse is that it was getting so close to the end of the tub that I could not resist finishing it off, instead of leaving maybe half a portion in the tub.

  After eating dinner I knew I was passed any point when I might have changed my mind about going out. Maybe through all this, my subconscious knew the gig was tonight, and not last night, but didn't tell me. I semi happily spent the evening watching TV, and finished my laundry during commercial breaks. I got it all on the big clothes horse in the front room. I used the fan heater on low to speed up the drying, and it all seems bone dry this morning.

  I thought I was feeling sleepy much earlier than I actually went to bed. It was of course impossible considering how long I spent snoozing, and yet at 11pm when I switched off the light, I seemed to fall asleep very quickly. I mostly seemed to sleep quite deeply, although I did get up to pee at least 3 or 4 times. I also had a few dreams, and they all seemed to include having a pee. I am lucky my body still knows the difference between a dream pee and peeing the bed.

  The longest dream is hard to explain because I don't really understand it myself. In the dream I was in one of the telephone exchanges I worked in. I needed a pee, but I was worried about the place being broken into by "baddies". I don't know who the baddies were. They might have been metal thieves, or they could be enemy agents. They might even have been after  me personally, but that doesn't seem likely.

  Most of the dream was about going into a ground floor toilet. I kept the light off because there was enough light from the street outside. I was worried about being seen, but when I checked I found I was only casting a very weak shadow on the wall behind me. I reasoned that if I stood still to avoid any movement of the shadow, it would go unnoticed. I had my pee standing very still (as one does anyway). Then I think I woke up.

  The other dream was half dream embellished by half real memory. The dream was about something that really happened. Once upon a time I tried some very early morning walks. One was because it was a foggy morning. It was too dark for any meaningful photography, but it was intriguing walking in the park with fog swirling all around. The paths are lit by occasional orange sodium lamps and they provide a good reference to where the path was. I wandered off the path to savour the foggy solitude.

  Unfortunately the cold was getting to my bladder, and I needed a pee. Under normal circumstances there is nowhere discrete to go, but under cover of the fog, and with not a soul around, I decided I would pee up a tree, on the side away from the path. It wasn't thrilling, or very exciting, but I guess it was a little bit exciting to expose myself when no one could see it because of the fog, the dark, and also the fact that i doubt more than a 2 or 3 people might have been anywhere in the park. It felt a brave thing to do even if I knew it to be completely safe (or so I hoped).

  This morning I got up earlier than I needed to, but not by much. I felt that curious mix of good and not so good. I felt tired but not sleepy. Most of my body seemed to feel OK, and my health readings didn't agree or disagree. My weight was down, but only by a mere 100gm (and that was after a later pee). My blood glucose was not too bad with readings of 8.0, 7.8, and 8.2mmol/l. That seemed proof that the Mounjaro was working to counteract the effect of eating too much sugar in all I ate.

  In theory the important plan for today is to go out to see The Life Of Brian on the correct night at The Bricklayers Arms in Beckenham. As much as I would like to see the band I still lack any enthusiasm to cram myself into an well over crowded pub to see the band play. One possible plan is to go there half an hour or more before the band are due to play, say hello to everyone, and then sneak out before the crowds mean it is impossible to get to the door (or the bar !).

  I do have a plan B, and if I do it, it will be at lunchtime, and I doubt I will want to go out again if I walk to The Jolly Farmers for a lunchtime Guinness or two. I must admit that tempts me far more than going to Beckenham. If I have a shower, and wash my hair in time, I think plan B is the one I will do today.
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