08:26 BST

  This morning was supposed to be sunny, but it is actually like the Met Office forecast - very dull until almost mid morning. Both forecasters agree that from late morning the sun will break through. At first it may be just sunny spells, but from 4pm there may be full sunshine. It should raise the temperature up to 23° C. The TV weather forecast last night did mention today may feel very humid. Tomorrow should be nice and bright, and there could be quite a few hours of full sunshine. 1pm could be an exception when rain is predicted. The temperature could reach 24° C

  Yesterday did not get off to a good start, and the dull grey light left me feeling depressed, although maybe not "depressed" in a real clinical way, but who knows ? I did my best to ignore it, and nearly went out for a walk, and of course that was the exact time it started to rain - when the forecast said it wouldn't.

   The picture above shows how miserable it looked to the north, although the view to the south was not really any different. The only problem is my mobile phone camera has made the clouds appear lighter than they did to the naked hour.

  On the left is a picture of one of my weather stations, and apart from the time, which is sort of relevant, it shows a weather prediction of clouds with rain falling from them. At this time it was still dry out, and I started to prepare for a very gloomy, but needed walk. I thought I might walk to the station to pick up a copy of The Metro, and then circle round to walk through the southern end of Ladywell Fields until the footbridge over the railway, and than I would walk back towards home. That would possibly be just under a mile, but enough to stretch my legs

  I had had a shower, and had just got dressed ready to start my walk, and of course that was when it started to rain. The forecast did say there was a mere 10% chance of rain for the hour starting at midday, but with such a low chance it actually showed it as dry. It was very briefly very slightly heavy rain, but most of it was just light rain, and I doubt it lasted more than 15 or 20 minutes, maybe even less, but it was the straw that broke the camels back. I took off my indoor clothes, and put on clothes suitable for slouching around all day.

  The only plan I had left for the day was to finished a bit of laundry I had left soaking in detergent after my shower. It was just one t-shirt, and a remarkable 7 pairs of underpants. That is quite a miss-match, and the explanation is that I have several t-shirts hanging up that have only been worn for little more than an hour each. I suppose that if I had a washing machine I would probably wash than even after so little use, but I feel I need to get a bit more wear out of them before they are ready for hand washing.

  I did one thing that I shouldn't have done - even though ultimately it probably didn't matter. At a time when I wanted to be very careful about what I ate in an attempt to get lower blood glucose readings in the morning, I had what seemed quite a big lunch. It was two Ciabatta rolls filled with cheese and salad. I say it probably didn't matter because I am getting more and more hints and/or reasons that I may soon move from type 2 diabetes to type 1, and end up on insulin.

  Becoming an insulin user is a lot of fuss and bother, although I guess that like everything, you get used to it, and it all becomes routine. I know, and knew (he is dead now) two diabetics, and they suggested that once on insulin you can eat what you fancy, and it is all rather wonderful......but then again both are/were naturally skinny, whereas I am not, and would still have to be careful about what I ate.

  Of course there are other reasons for high blood glucose, and one of them is the bodies natural choice when fighting infection or injury. I have neither that I am aware of, but there may still be some underlying reason. Although I feel I have past the ages for getting most cancers, there are a few that are more prevalent in old age. Probably the most popular is prostrate cancer, but I am sure there are others. Maybe I have cancer of the throat like Angela (more or less exactly the same age as me) had, but I still have no managed to find out what he early symptoms were, or how it was initially detected. I do know that my throat is now very sensitive to dust, dryness, and anything else that would not make me cough once upon a time, but seems to now.

  I spent most of the afternoon reading, although I did finish the laundry, and hand it up to dry indoors. I am currently reading the first Red Dwarf book. Like the second book, which unfortunately I read first, it is based on the TV series, but goes into finer detail. At the same time it feel as if it is quite brief because a whole TV episode can be covered in less than a chapter. It was good to see the TV series so that I became familiar with the characters, and their environs, and yet the books seem more enjoyable than the TV series.

  At about 4pm I gave in to having an afternoon snack. It was not needed for any better reason than a form of real world entertainment. The only trouble at this point is that I can't remember what it was. I was going to say rice crackers with cheese, but for some odd reason I don't think that is correct.....thinks......ah, got it ! It was rice crackers and Aldi's own brand garlic and herb "whipped cheese" (a scoopable soft cheese), and it was far superior to garlic and herb Philadelphia cheese.

  It was at 4pm when I turned the TV on, but I was not always watching it. For instance I didn't bother to watch the 5pm original series Star Trek episode, but I did watch most of the 6 O'clock news while I ate my dinner of ready roasted chicken breasts with sliced pickled gherkins and/or creamy coleslaw. The latter probably had more sugar in than was good for me despite seeming like it might be a healthy thing to eat.

  At 9pm I was heading for bed. As usual, I read for half an hour or more before trying for sleep. I could still taste the coleslaw whenever I burped, and so I too a couple of Rennies antacid tablets as a precaution. Generally my stomach was not giving me any trouble, and that was all the more remarkable after not passing a single poo all day. The only really negative thing was that I started to pass a lot of wind, and it had the most unpleasant aroma EVER !

  I didn't feel I needed the heater on last night, but I woke up after maybe 2 hours sleep feeling cold, but not very cold, although I knew it would get worse as the temperature dropped outside. I tried pulling the duvet over me, but like the night before (or was it the night before that ?) but I seemed to warm up in the wrong places. I ended up with some bits feeling too warm, and others too cold. I gave in and put the heater on, and hoped the thermostat was low enough to nut burn too much electricity. In fact it was two low and I woke up a few hours later feeling a bit cool. I then turned the thermostat up too high.

  Last night was another night when I know I had dreams, but the memories of them are just out of reach. That is another shame because one thing I do remember is waking up (to go for a pee) and thinking "that dream was worth describing", and then possibly forgetting about it while having my pee. I didn't get up very early this morning, but I did try not to dawdle because I have stuff to do, mostly taking stuff out to the wheelie bins, before I can go out. Some extra time to hopefully have a poo or two would be useful too. I am starting to feel constipated now !

  I had had a few reasonable sized pees in the night, and another when I got up. Sadly no poo movement yet. Maybe I did have some control over my eating yesterday, even if it was not enough to save my blood glucose level. The scales said that I lost 200gm, and I dare say it could be more is I could empty my digestive tract. 200gm is not a lot, but it is in the right direction, although not enough to get back down to my weight when I saw the nurse (although it is exactly the same as it was the day before I saw the nurse).

  After loosing that little bit of weight it seemed to suggest that I was in better control of my eating than I thought, but but my blood glucose says otherwise. The big trouble is that I can't think of anything in particular that I ate that I can point my finger at, and say "you did this". My blood glucose is scarily high this morning, although no reading has actually crossed the red line into the actual danger zone. All three readings are however, in the pre-danger zone !

  The contour meter read 9.5mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter read 9.3mmol/l. I was quite surprised that the Sinocare meter didn't take off an go into orbit. For a change it agreed closely with the other two with a reading of 9.4mmol/l. I am theoretically still safe from the worst that high blood glucose can do to me, but readings above 9 can be the cause of zits, spots and boils on the inner thigh because the blood flow there is generally slow and toxins can build up. I don't think that general blood flow is low enough to worsen things like angina, but sods law says it probably does.

  It is still very grey outside, but the sun should break through soon if the weather forecast carries the merest hint of truth. Even some sunny spells, probably all we can expect, will be good enough to make me want to walk all the way to the pub today. I will have to go via Ladywell station to pick up usual 2 copies of The Metro - one for me, and one for Ayse. I expect I will have my usual 2 pints of Guinness and do my best to do the crosswords. The big unknown is whether I will be joined by Kevin today. I think he is reluctant to give me any advance warning because like me, he is now of the age when you can't predict when you will be fit to go out. I am not sure I am fit today, but at least, just two paragraphs ago, I went to the toilet, and I am technically no longer constipated (although I predict there is a lot more to come !).