The rose bushes in the garden have greeted Spring with fervour. It brought to mind the song from the musical Gypsy. The song lyrics give the meaning to the idiom Everything is coming up Roses, and the words go “Things look swell, things look great, Gonna have the whole world on a plate. Starting here, starting now Honey, everything’s coming up roses.”
Prime Minister: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.