important military hardware

Hi, here I am, in bed, with a hot water bottle and a glass of wine (oh, alright, an empty glass of wine). I have been drinking a whole bottle of wine a night since Hubby left. No, no, it's okay, I have been deliberately buying those teeny tiny bottles (two for three pounds in Tesco right now, hurrah), so I don't turn into a total lush whilst he's away.
At the moment I'm waiting for my cousin's girlfriend to appear on Tibetonline TV news. She's an amazing stained glass window artist and has made a window for a school in Dharamsala, which was officially unveiled the other week. Hmmm, just had another look at the link, and all I'm getting is the weather for Tibet on 19th November (cloudy with only occasional sunny spells, it looks like, so don't go booking any last minute breaks to Lhasa is my advice).
Hubby has been gone just over a week now, and although I have been feeling a bit gloomy, it's fine. Sort of. I sent him a parcel today - he said he needed a hole punch, so I bunged one in  jiffy bag. How army is that? Lets keep up the morale of our brave boys by sending them...hole punchers. Surely by now he should just be able to burn holes through paper with his thousand-yard stare?
Today, apart from sending out important military hardware to the front,  I've been Mary Churchill's autobiography, in order to give me some inspiration for one of my characters. Sitting at home reading a nice book and having cups of tea hardly seems like work, does it, but I keep telling myself that it's essential research. I did break from the 'essential research' to go to circuits for yet another near-death experience. We did shuttle runs interspersed with sit ups, press ups, etc. which I know doesn't sound difficult - and probably wouldn't be for anyone who hasn't spent the last three years sitting on their bum in Nepal - but really was. Will it ever get easier? Will I ever lose any flab off my chubby haunches? Who knows? Not me! xxx