Friday, April 28, 2006

Dear Mr. President

"How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why"

I was listening to the new Pink album today. Whether or not you like her music, there is a superb ballad on there with which most people will identify, even those who approve of America's imperialism. Written as an open letter to Bush, it has some powerful lyrics not typical of this rock chick.

"What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine"

Nice one.

Yesterday was spent at the coast - Les Santes Maries de la Mer - with Jan & Alex, Max & Mini, and Harry. Although an agonising decision, we left Benson at home since we thought the over-enthusiastic antics of three barmy puppies would be too much for the old pensioner, who turned 11 years old just this week.

Actually, I thought that the over-enthusiatic antics of three barmy puppies would be too much for the population at large, but we were all amazed at how well-behaved the dogs were, even when we made them sit through 3+ hours of leisurely lunch at Tahiti Plage, where we were served the most fantastic fish dishes with a very fine Picpoul de Pinet (or two!).

One of our favourite fish restaurants, and it didn't disappoint. We also managed to locate Chez JuJu, the one which was featured in the recent Rick Stein series - one for next time!