...oh no it's not. I am cutting down from three strong cups a day to one...beginning each day with hot water and lemon. These last few days since I've changed the nature of my grub I have turned into a detox machine and I am spurting forth....well ok, I am a lot more full, more regular and yes, I can feel and notice a difference already.
I love the rain, our lake that had dried up to a mere mud smear is now 3/4 full again, thanks to some fancy clever pipework my darling man rigged up. Shame he's in Europe and can't see it filling up a treat.
I don't much like being a rockstarwidow, I don't mind being on my own, but I do mind my dear boy being thousands of miles away with a bunch of blokey popstars who don't fancy him as much as I do. Though I am pretty sure they all love him. We talk every night on Skype although last night the sound was terrible and we both sounded like Stephen Hawking. I always sit myself as the best, most cutest angle as the screen is not the most flattering and tends to make you look a bit lop-sided.
It's funny when you tell people what your chap does. They automatically think it is glamorous. Sometimes it seems to be and then other times not. He spends a lot of time in dingy rooms with no windows under a stage...around smokers and drinkers ( of which he is neither ). He does get to fly business class though and gets free chocolates and tons of free sponsorship stuff... rabbitting on, off now to do something more constructive !
