the healing power of snow

Ah I look up into the blue blue sky and the sun glinting on the last remnants of snow and I'm a million miles away from strikes, stabbings and the woes of the credit crunch. After spending a deliciously decadent morning in bed with Neil, I can't wait to put some fast music on the ipod, get out there running and celebrate the fact that I'm very much alive and fit and happy and healthy. Unlike poor Jade Goody. My heart goes out to her since the news broke that the cancer has spread to her liver and beyond. I've never been a fan of Big Brother and I've never particularly liked Goody's brand of gobby no-brainer celebrity. But as a mother, I can't help but feel saddened - that at 27 and with two boys - she is faced with the prospect of a life cut short by this dreadful disease. Please God that there's some form of treatment that will give her a bit more time with her lovely boys.

I don't want to bang the woe drum on such a spectacularly uplifting day, so on a lighter note, how funny that a man flying from Melbourne to Dubai smuggled two pigeons down his trousers wrapped in padded envelopes. Oh and he also had an egg, seeds in his belt and an eggplant about his person...why? I can only surmise that he was appearing on the Dubai version of Masterchef and was bringing his own special ingredients for pigeon pie!