Well I was going to say good morning but its nearly 1.30pm! Arsenal are losing to Man U at the time of me switching on the PC. No I am not a fanatical footie fan. I just lust after Thierry Henri. He was not playing so I got bored. I am sitting here and willing my muse to come back from wherever she has been hiding. Maybe she popped out for a bag of chips and some curry sauce as I do not feed her at all well. I live on rice cakes and coffee at the moment.

Oh what hell is this, to be two stone overweight, to fret and moan, to only look into the mirror's topmost zone. The jeans which don't exactly fit, the jumpers; tight. The baggy shirts which hide a multitude of sins. I 'm only podgy to the watching eye without; inside I am a goddess, lithe and thin.