My life is better than Rob's

Oh ok, so maybe as a general statement then most of the time the title of this post isn't true, but for a while this afternoon I was pretty convinced that it was.

"Surely not, Stan.  Look, I get to have a go with a real megaphone, bet you've always wanted to try it!"

Shut up Rob you great big show off ;o) 

So, Harry had gone to bed for his nap so I decided to go out in the garden and clean the rabbits out.  The sun was shining and I'd taken my iPod with me but decided not to put it on.  The only sounds were the birds singing and the brook bubbling at the bottom of the field behind the house and it was bliss.  I spent a good half hour clearing away soiled rabbit bedding and putting the clean in - I didn't even need a coat on because the sun was so warm.  And then it hit me how happy I was - not necessarily about the rabbit poo, but I guess it's not that high a price to pay - and right then I felt sure that there was no way in the world that at that moment in time Rob was as happy as I was.  No, not even if he was currently lying in bed with a heineken in one hand, a ciggie in the other and Kristen sucking his dick.  Although I am willing to accept that it may come close (yes, I did type come after a sucking dick comment, what of it, perv?)

My cleaning skills being inspected by my stalker chicken.

I guess to some people fame looks like a fantasy lifestyle, they see glamour (although obv not at the Remember Me Premiere, I still don't appreciate Tramp Chic) and money and getting your own way, but when we hear Rob make a comment like he did yesterday about not doing interviews if he didn't have to then I think we can assume that actually these past few days have probably been pretty annoying for him, although he seems to accept it and be gracious about it.

I can understand the pressures of having a stalker after my time outside too as I mention on the pic above. How celebs put up with it all the time I have no idea.  I managed to get a pic of mine before she got one of me:

She bloody pecked my finger while I was cleaning the rabbits out too.  Sneaked up behind me while I had my hand on the floor and mistook my finger for a juicy worm or something.  Actually, for that specific second I'll admit that Rob probably had it better whatever he was doing.  She then followed me around for about a quarter of an hour which quickly got boring.  Poor Rob.

 
So here's to the first signs of spring: the lambs in the field down the lane, the bulbs starting to shoot in my tubs in the front garden, the rabbit's winter fur starting to come out in huge clumps everywhere and the veg plot getting ready for action!

What do you like best about springtime?