Dear diary, what have I let myself in for? The fairy-tale wedding was gorgeous and Wills is delightful but talk about bloody hard work.
I've hardly had time sleep. I don't feel like eating. Also the daily newspapers refuse to tell the truth about me. The English papers are denying that I have lost weight. At least the Americans and Canadians who saw me..are telling the truth.
I daren't say anything to Wills just yet but I am totally, totally knackered.
No-one took time out to WARN me that I'd never get a bloody minute to myself once I married into the Royal Family.
I'm keeping in touch with my pals from Uni. via Skype. I miss them lots and they miss me.
Someone knocking on the door. It'll be the Royal seamstress to 'take-in' my new dresses so they don't start looking baggy on me.