Have poured self glass of pink. Am finding it helps. Need to cull wardrobe considerably. Likewise shoes. Am unbelievably over-subscribed on both counts. Have also realised with sinking heart, will probably never dance again. Which is sad, because me and Three used to rock'n'roll around kitchen in gay abandon, fuelled by much pink wine. Was fun. Am also now not welcome in pub. Haven't ventured in there, but have strong suspicion will be tarred and feathered if attempt it. Barmaid never liked me in first place, in fact was extremely hostile the last time I went in with Three. She is a lot bigger than me too. Anybody new to my blog, will not realise I refer to husband as Two, (being husband number two), and my new love as Three. Just makes things easier for quick blogging. And no names, serves to achieve anonymity. I hope. Think may Take the Veil and become Nun. Or Hippy. Ah, hippy sounds good. Shall become spiritual person and waft about in flowing garments. Shall write moving poems about Life. Join commune and Get in Touch With Inner Self. On second thoughts, probably bad idea. If Get in Touch with Inner Self will probably collapse in small heap.