Sunshine and a lonely bed, Louise and sprats are staying down in Somerset. Its Easter. Here in Firle the sun shudders down on the garden, outside though still so cold. I can’t think about the wedding its all too much, so its time to hoover and dust, but why, it only gets dusty again and then the wheel starts to spin again. Dusty wheel. Today i felt fat, fat issues come up all the time, its the routine of being that builds me up buttercup. I wish i could find the off button. So, here it is. Granola, fruit, 1 piece of toast with London marmalade. Tuna baguette two squares of dark Green and Blacks. Bread and olives followed by fillet steak, chips peas and greens. Followed by Crumble and ice cream. Lou is away and the house is quite, no sprats fishing around, but no hugs either. I miss her in the doors. I clean the floors and be domestic, the band are done for the week. Money issues daunt me and i feel as ever further away from being solvent. Its a lifetime being. I owe and i pain. What is this. 16 days. Come home my love…