I jumped on the scales this morning after a lie in and breakfast. Spoilt my day before it started. Now I’m on a diet so if I run out of food I just might be grateful. I did a bit of exercise and had a few phone conversations. Walked around and exercised a bit more while talking. Found out that I’d forgotten about British summer time. It was already 3 o/c in the afternoon. What the hell had I been doing? Weather was quite windy here on the coast and forecast said it would be better later. They were lying. I went out later. It was cold and very windy. I was glad to get home and have a cup of tea. It’s very weird being in Bournemouth town centre and it’s completely empty. There were a couple of, I think, homeless guys on a bench in the square. ‘Hello darling’ one called out ‘you ok’. That’s not good, is it? Being homeless I mean. And I’ve forgotten to finish my toenails. Sweet dreams, if you can. This too shall pass. 😴💤😴