Peace , quiet and chilling as I have the house to myself.

Basically because the TV is not on !!   so a wee Bombay Saphire (does not make me a bad person), in lieu of a quiet alcohol free weekend.
Once again we are plunged into semi arctic conditions (I exaggerate a little) but we did have to scrape the windscreen again this morning and the central heating is back on.   looks like we will have "temperate" conditions here while the South of England might get the weather which is to equal Turkey.
Kind of messed up on the last Blog,  Hearts were stuffed by Hibernian on Sunday, not Saturday as I had suggested, so that will keep everyone on their toes to see who gets promoted with Hearts later on.

Mr and Mrs Murray were duly married in Dunblane Cathedral and went to his hotel "The Cromlix" for the meal and partying,  lucky them, I could not even get a coffee when we called there -  but of course if you own the place you get preferential treatment !!!  Just like me at the Mercat Grill,  only difference is that I get to pick which sink I would like to wash the dishes in.

Did not watch the Grand National as I said,  but watched the Oxford boat crews giving  Cambridge a bit of a doffing on Saturday -  we never saw all the folks who had to be rescued by the lifeboats when the tide came in and the river levels rose.

Sparky Mark arrived home, complete with a Yeti as his fiancée from his trip to Nepal, managed to get up to 17000 ft during the trek, no wonder he was light headed. now he just has to collect his sponsorship for Marie Curie.

Annie from the Grill took herself off to Copenhagen with a friend for the weekend, hopefully not to mesmerised with the statue of the wee boy peeing !!!

Managed to see most of the last round of the Masters Golf last night from Augusta,  what a wonderful golf course, nice to see Tiger Woods doing reasonably well.   Young Jordan Speith was impeccable, leading from start to finish, and well done Phil Michelson for making it back to tie for second with Justin Rose who was unable to get those elusive birdies.

Chinese grand Prix was not quite the usual convoy of cars, even although Lewis Hamilton led from the front all the way,  saw him being interviewed regarding his new contract and thought he was a bit of a prima donna, but on reflection he has a harder job than the footballing numpties who can command as much money as him..      But I did enjoy the superbike races from Spain earlier in the day, bloody hair raising when you see them nearly lying on the ground in some of the bends, and to see them get up and walk away from some of the falls is amazing.

Race night at the Mercat Grill on Saturday night coming, another wee fund raiser for charity.