Chillin out - for a couple of hours

Not sure if I am following heeding the advice to relax and take time to myself, or emulating Sparky Mark, who chills out so often he must live in a permanent sate of winter hibernation.

Mrs B. read an article about a lady who was wondering why her Cherry tree was blooming with two different colours, had it been grafted, etc. - so we look out our window and there are both our trees with a mixture of both white and pink bloom on adjacent branches - no reason why.

Makes me think of our new coalition government, two different blends of politics merging, but for me I would have loved to have seen the full works, ALL parties getting together and using the best brains working in consensus to try and get this country back to a stable standing. there is now way we wish to end up like Spain or Greece, etc. We have always had a strong sense of nationality, time to regroup and rebuild, and anyone living here not wanting to do so, kindly pack your bags and we will give you a one way ticket back to where you came from.
Not happy with the British Airways unions who will not be happy until we have the red White and Blue tail fins repainted with the Aoroflot Logo, dashed unsporting of the bounders - bloody commies.

I see that young Andy Murray has obviously behaved himself, taken my advice, and managed to get in a few winning strokes.

Monte Carlo F 1 Grand Prix this weekend, to coincide with the Cannes Film festival, but the race is usually a big procession as there are very few passing opportunities on the track - so pole position has a megga advantage.

Upside down boy, Scott is aging once again on Saturday and Ailsa, beloved daughter of Gordon and Sandra Leitch is having her engagement party in The Mercat.

Time now to prepare for a bone jarring expedition into the City with McEwan's finest transport vehicle - meeting Mrs. B. and will treat her to dinner tonight - maybe.