Why Eat When You Can Write?
When my husband goes away to work, I stop eating. You see, he works in the Arctic, two weeks on, two weeks off. When he’s home, I do nothing but cook. We eat like kings: a full English breakfast, chicken sandwiches for lunch, steak for dinner. But when he leaves for his two weeks away, that’s it for me. Why? Because it all just seems like such a huge waste of time. I mean, you add up all...