Eurovision. Nein Danke!

This is the first year for ages that I am not watching Eurovision. In my imagination, the Russian grannies trump Jedward, and Engelbert comes somewhere comfortably in the middle. Azerbaijan has disgraced itself, allegedly mowing down people's homes to make way for the contest buildings (Sound familiar? Remember those allotments bulldozed out of the way for a chain Olympic Park?) and broken all sorts of human rights conventions. So it's yet another Scandinavian detective show tonight, watched with an aural backdrop of tweeting birds and 'you stupid bugger' pigeons. I still adore cheesy pop of the European variety and will no doubt watch some of it later, and enjoy reading the affronted articles about it all in the paper tomorrow. BTW thank you for the well-wishing. I think other people have had this virus: it knocks you out of action for two weeks just when you least expect it to. News soon of gigs, music and other nice things. Oh dear, also feeling really guilty that my siblings and myself ate all McMum's Rose and Violent Creams when we were up there the other weekend. Not only that: I nicked one of the ribbons that the box was tied with and McSis nicked the other! I think we probably owe her a year's supply. You eat a rose one and think, 'I wonder what the violent ones taste like?'. So you eat a violent one and think, 'Now is this nicer than the rose ones or are they nicer?'. So then of course, you have to eat another rose one....