A lovely sunny day yesterday. I sat in the garden reading a book, for the first time this year. Even had my shirt off. Julie was busy (as ever) making hanging baskets for the verandah, for her Mum (yes, it was Mother's Day) and for Ali. The clocks had gone forward, so we were an hour short of sleep...which was more painful this morning, when I dragged myself into work with that jet-lag feeling.....

We watched Seven Days in Tibet last night. Good film. Rather harrowing to remember what the Chinese did in Tibet. Odd parallels really. Harrer leaves Germany in 1939, avoiding the war to climb mountains. Ends up as confidante to the Dalai Lama, only to see these peace-loving people invaded and overwhelmed by the Chinese. And who are the heavily armed, intolerant baddies slaughtering (liberating) innocent people these days - ah yes, that must be us.....