This morning has started with clear blue skies, and it should stay this way all days. The non stop sunshine may only warm the place up to 22° C, but that is probably very good as we slip into autumn. Tomorrow may only see sunny spells, but warm winds from the south should raise the temperature up to 23° C.

  It seems I have messed up the dates in many of my last entries since coming out of hospital feeling all befuddled. I am trying to correct them as I go, but I can't find the enthusiasm to go through all entries in the last fortnight to try and correct the dates of every entry. The dates shown on the screen shots of the weather forecast are the best guide if there is any confusion.

  Yesterday was a good day, but I had hoped it might have been better. The highlight of the day was a walk in the park. Before that I had a shower, and I washed and conditioned my hair. That felt pretty good. It seemed to be a very slow morning, and it was not until 2pm before I went out. Maybe it was better than because it was about the warmest the day would be.
  I did not have to walk far until I came upon this stunning display of red berries. I am unsure of the type of berries, apart from they not being edible for humans, but the density of them may suggest a very harsh winter on it's way.
  I waited maybe 10 minutes, but probably less, for this squirrel to turn and face me, but it was too busy to pose for me.
   The duck, which was underexposed, is not the main subject of this photo. I thought the way the ripples caught the light was the real subject. To fit on the page I have had to crop and shrink the photo, and I admit that had reduced how amazing it looked full sized on my big PC screen.
 There is probably a name for photos that are a study of light. I was pleased with this one showing a moorhen looking into it's own shadow. These photos were not posed in any way, but taken on the spur of the moment. I am not sure I considered the finished look when I took them, and I doubt I will go out of my way to get more like them, but you never know....
  I have no idea what tree, with these seeds, was, but it seemed worth taking a picture of them.
  One reason I was able to go out when I did was that there was engineering work on the railway, and Jodie didn't fancy getting the bus over. Much of the work was further down the line. I saw pictures of a big diesel plus many track workers just south of Lower Sydenham station. I also saw these track workers just south of Ladywell station. This photo shows how they stand out in the gloom wearing orange high visibility work wear.
  I almost stepped on this rat laying on the footpath. There seem to be some damage to it's tail, but otherwise I can't see how it was killed unless it was trodden on. Maybe it was.
  This may show the weather better than any written description. It was rather glorious. Incidently, I took this picture when I found an empty bench seat to sit on as I was walking home. The walk had been fairly easy going, but as I started the last third of it I could feel some fatigue starting, and rather than try and push through it, I took the opportunity to have a sit down. Mainly I was resting my feet. They were complaining before my legs started.


  My route was just the basic, and well practised home to Ladywell station and back home again. For unknown reasons my tracker was set on Kilometres for distance. It should say 1.375 miles.. My walking speed was still in imperial measures , 1.727 mph. Overall it was not a long walk, and neither was a fast walk, although the speed would have been faster if I had bothered/remembered to pause the tracker every time I stopped to take a photos.

  As already mentioned, it was my feet that were complaining before my legs started to ache. I feel sure my feet went soft during all the time I spent in, or or my hospital bed. I did try and do a bit of walking while in hospital, but there were not many opportunities, and most of the time I was "chained" to my bed by the leads from the heart monitor that was watching my heart rhythms plus blood pressure etc. I insisted on disconnecting my self to go to the toilet. The nurses would have liked me to use a bottle rather than walk to the toilet. I am glad I insisted even if it was only a 20ft walk. If I had laid on my back non stop I doubt I would have been able to walk home again.

  It was because of my dangerously high blood glucose level that I had not eaten before I went out, but I thought I deserved something when I got back - even if that walk only burnt off 189 calories. My brunch (I think that is the best name for it) was a single Paninni roll cut in half and toasted. Once it started to brown I covered both halves with some Double Gloucester cheese. Calling it cheese on toast doesn't feel quite right because of the type of bread, but I guess that was what it was.


   I was quite keen to lay on my bed and snooze after eating, but I forced myself to transfer the photos from my camera (My Nikon 3200D with Nikon 18 to 200mm zoom lens), and then select those I thought worth using. It was only this morning when I scaled them down to use on these pages. It was nice to have a snooze after, and it seemed I needed one, and yet I wondered if it might be better to try and do something else instead, but I couldn't really think of an alternative.

  Around 6pm I had some dinner, but I can't seem to recall what it was. Maybe it was just a snack or something. I have certainly felt a lot less about eating since coming out of hospital. It is good for me in one sense, but maybe the side effects are not so good - the main side effect being constipation.

  There was not much TV entertainment last night. I watched a few things, but sometimes I almost snoozed, and I probably did have one snooze. The last thing I watched was an old episode of Have I Got News For You. I think that finished at 10pm and I turned out the light before falling asleep almost instantly. The way I seem to fall asleep so quickly recently suggests I really do need the sleep I get.

  I may have woken to go for a pee once, and maybe even twice in the night, but I only have the most vague dream like memory of doing so. I definitely woke at about 5.30am. Once upon a time I may have been content to get up then, but it was still dark outside (sunrise was at 6.44am this morning). I went for a pee, and tried to pass a poo, but failed. I went back to bed, and sometime in the next two hours I had a dream that I part remember.

  The dream seemed to be set in Waterloo main line station. I have no idea of my status, but I was probably some sort of apprentice. Inside one of those rooms with the anonymous doors you see on stations, was a huge table, and it was covered by something like a spreadsheet, except that it was hand drawn, and hand updates. It tracked every train movement for the day. I seemed to be being taught how to update it. It should have been very easy except as is typical in dreams, you can't read any written words.

  I think it was around 8am when I woke again. Once again I went to the toilet, and this time I did manage to eject a rather solid poo. I guess it needed more patience than effort, but it was certainly not effortless. It left me feeling a bit sore, but at the same time it felt good - the sort of feeling of a victory. With that done I weighed myself. Despite thinking I had not eaten much yesterday, and had done some exercise, I seemed to have gained 300gm. Most disappointing !

  My blood glucose was still a lot higher than is good but was down a little over yesterday. Only one of the three readings was as high as the red line at 10.0 mmol/l. Another was rather close, but under that at 9.7mmol/l. Once again the third readings was much lower. It was 7.7mmol/l, and if that were the only reading I had taken I would have thought my blood glucose level was very good. A similar thing, using the same meter, happened 4 days ago. On that occasion I replaced the batteries, but on this second occasion I am wondering if the test strips are too old or something.

  This morning I do not feel good, but I think I feel less bad than maybe yesterday. As such I will try and force myself to go for another walk. I am wondering if I am up to walking in the River Pool Linear Park. That could end up as a 3 mile walk, and I am fairly sure I am not ready for that just yet, but I have to convince myself I need to push myself if I am to get back in shape for 3 and more mile walks in the future.