The thing that is most interesting about today is the forecast thundery showers. The Met Office just says light rain for similar hours, and the latest revision to the BBC forecast (as above) now shows light rain for 1pm. Another difference is the BBC say a high of 15° C, and the Met Office say 17° C. It will be interesting to see who comes closer to reality.  Tomorrow is supposed to start with several hours of mist. That is possible, but somehow I doubt it. The rest of the day may be dull with rain later in the afternoon, and the temperature may rise to between 15° C and 17° C,

  Yesterday could have been dull, boring and depressing. It was just the first two. The dullness creeping through my window sapped and enthusiasm for anything at all. I hardly did anything all day long, but somehow the day seemed to slip by quite smoothly.

  After I finished writing yesterday, and it was a late finish despite a moderately early start, I had my usual lie down, and read for a bit. I then had a snooze, but not for long. I did mention that the laxative tablets I had taken the day before yesterday were starting to work while I was writing. They were still working after I stopped writing !

  It was just after midday that I went down to the kitchen to get some sort of lunch ready. I started to do a bit of washing up, but had to abandon that because I had to rush upstairs to the toilet for what I think was my biggest poo of the day. Over the next hour I did some much smaller amounts, and then I seemed to be empty - at least nothing happened except for an occasional fart, but at times it did feel like more would happen.

  In all the excitement I can't seem to remember what my lunch was.......err, yes I can ! It was a small plate of oven chips followed by some fish and rice crackers. I did consider pouring over the contents of a small can of mackerel in spicy sauce over the chips, but it didn't seem to feel right. I guess one day I will have to try it and see if it is as mad as it sounds. After lunch I had another lie down, and another snooze.

  I guess I needed lots of rest after all my work in the garden the day before, although I think I thought I had had quite a good night's sleep. Maybe it was just dull weather induced lethargy. As far as I can recall it was getting quite late in the afternoon before I started to try and do other stuff. I did say I had plans to play with an old Toshiba laptop, with Windows XP on it, and install some new stuff on it to experiment with.

  All I managed to do, although it did take quite a while to go through various old archives, was to collect a heap pf programmes together, and then burn them onto a CDR disk - that being the simplest way to transfer the stuff from my main PC to that laptop. With the CD burnt I could have got started, but I lost enthusiasm, and did no more. I did spend some time reading some unread, recent technology news reports from The Register. Even today I still have a lot of unread stories, but fortunately they post very little new stuff over the weekend.

  One other little thing I did was to seal up another possible mouse hole. I noticed a gap between the carpet and skirting board, plus a very small bit of apparently missing carpet in the hall just outside the bathroom. I found I could get a medium thick screwdriver shaft through the hole, and so I guess it had been used by a mouse sometime. I have neither seen nor heard of any mice since I plugged a similar hole in my bedroom, but I expect one or more are still around, and so once again I got the tube of filler out, and plugged the newly found hole.

  There is not much more to say about yesterday. At about 6pm I ate my dinner while watching the BBC 6 O'clock news, and the following London news. My dinner was a low calorie ready meal followed by an alleged low calorie pot of Singapore noodles. I think it was low calorie only by virtue of it being so small. The pot was maybe just under 3 inches wide, and the contents were barely 1.5 inched deep.

  I could skip over all the rest of the evening, mostly watching TV, but I feel I have to have a good moan about the news. Once again they made a huge mountain out of medium molehill. The core of the news was about a fire at a high voltage switch farm, and how Heathrow Airport lost power. A few more words about many people obviously missing their flights because the airport was closed until power was restored, would have been all the information needed.

  That didn't stop the BBC allocating half the 30 minute programme about it. There were endless "vox pops" of people telling how they didn't get their flights. There were half a dozen experts interviewed so they could say the airport closing was very disruptive, and plenty of footage of reporters on the spot saying how empty the place was, plus pictures of flames from the transformer that had caught fire on an almost endless loop.

  I was so glad when they seemed to have stopped finding new angles to show about it, but then, when the national news was over the local news came on, and they devoted almost 20 minutes using almost the same footage, with added reports to say nothing new or extra from local reporters. Then there was some other news, but the last five minutes saw a return to Heathrow in case anything had happened in the last 10 minutes ! It all really, really pissed me off. If I were in charge of the news I would have allocated no more to what was really quite a simple news item.

  It was 9:30pm when I got into bed. I read for no more than 10 minutes, and by then my eyelids were drooping. If I remember, or maybe even guess correctly, I was fast asleep in about 5 minutes. It did seem like I needed lots more sleep. I don't think I woke so often to go for a pee, but when I did I seemed to pee more than usual. I do remember the theme of one dream. It was a bit like being at work, but not exactly. My job, if it was even a job, was to think of ideas that other could try and work on.

  The dream seemed like it might have been set in wartime, although there was no fighting to be seen of heard. There was a sort of Dad's Army feel to some of it, and my ideas seemed to be useful. I only remember one idea well enough to describe. It concerned digging a bunker. The original idea was to build a tunnel on the side of a hill to an underground bunker under the hill. I suggested that was rather obvious, and maybe it would confuse the enemy if the tunnel went in the other direction, and the underground bunker was actually under the houses on the outskirts of the town. It was agreed it was a good idea.

  I was forced to wake up rather quickly by cramp in my left leg. It was about 6:30am, and so it was getting up time anyway. The first thing was to go to the toilet where I did a typical sized morning pee, and I farted a bit, but didn't poo. In theory I probably emptied myself yesterday, but of course I had eaten several things since then. It does feel like I may be using the toilet some time this morning. I evidently didn't eat too much yesterday because even without a morning poo I seemed to have lost 300gm since yesterday morning.

  The large pees in the night, even though I seem to think I did less of them, might suggest my blood glucose was too high again, but apparently not. The Contour meter read 8.7mmol/l, and that is higher than I aim for, but basically OK. The GlucoRX meter read 8.2mmol/l, and that is not bad at all. One trouble I had was that I had difficulty squeezing enough blood out of the rather too shallow pin prick. I could only squeeze one more tiny bit of blood for the Sinocare meter and it read 9.2mmol/l. I thought that was wrong, and I pricked a different finger, got a nice big blob of fresh blood and tried again. This time the Sinocare meter read a far better, and very acceptable 8.3mmol/l.

  Today is another lousy day, weather wise, although I guess it is going to be mild, but 16° C in a thunderstorm is still not nice. I don't think I'll be going out any further than Tesco today, and I am in two minds as to whether even that is needed. As I write this it is bright outside, although there is no sunshine. That is sort of cheering, but I still think I am going to have another fairly wasted day where I do very little.