Last word of the day Sarah Marshall enjoy the Spring and there is a jeans sale on at Bloomies right now, so don't despair. Spend some money our economy needs it!

Happy taxes Readers! Four more days left.

On my way home back to my dreaded taxes having seen every art show in town, I noticed this poster, all over New York. What is the deeper meaning? Yes she should buy a more flattering pear of jeans, is there something else,loyal SP Blog followers, any ideas on who Sarah Marshall is? Why is there a vendetta against her, poor lass?

"If meditating for ten hours a day is nothing else to do, I'll be damned. I notice your meditation practice is two minutes at most," pointed out the cheeky gold sculpture, how does he know.

"Yeaah, Chill baby, enjoy art and sculptures like me, see how we relaxed we are. Nothing fazes us, taxes, Sandmen, we've seen it all."

Who knew sculptures gave such good advice,maybe because they have nothing else to do.

"I agree it was a good tale but slightly bizarre, who in their right mind falls for a sandman even if he has a Wall Street background, go do your taxes so you can make a positive new start to this fiscal year, put 07 behind you, everyone else has."

"I liked the Oncle Sandman tale too, even if Meatballs said it was the biggest bunch of bulloney he had ever heard. Can you take me with you to France next year, Madame Burberry was DEvine,mmhh mmmhmmm. French ever stylish."

My Cousin MacHazel and paid me a visit and she assured me, "Come now, plenty more Sandmen in the sea, smile and go fall in love, it's been weeks now we are all waiting for your next romantic adventure."

Straight to Chelsea to see more Chinese art, this fallen giant glittering red chandalier represents the fall of Communism.

Back to New York I go.

But just as he predicted the Sandman Oncle was gone sure enough.

So back to spring in New York, my brief meeting and explanation with Oncle Sandman put my mind at ease. I did go back the next day to thank him for his kindness. But..

"My, that was a touching tale, wee Fluffy Chien was right," said Madame Josephine,the woman sitting next to me. Finally someone who listened to the story the whole way through, so what if she was sitting on her own with nothing else to do, she appreciated my frank and poignant story and it touched her to the very core. Ah, the French are so romantic....

The world's top property gurus come to France for le Mipim but I think it is the Crepe Suzette that keeps them coming back.

"This is as delicious as last year and the year before. The best reason to come to France by far.
And so Monsieur Pierre, crepe maker extraordinaire, that is my Sandman tale, something for you to ponder over whilst running ragged, taking care of all us demanding hungry Mipim attendees. It really is quite a tale, don't you think, fascinating really. No?"

But poor Pierre had fallen asleep with his head almost in his crepe suzette pan, he must be so exhausted looking after all these conference folk, I really felt for him.

As the sun set over the sea, I hurried off for my yummy crepe suzette as advised by all, a faint smile poking at my lips.

"Aah, crepe suzette at Comptoir de la Mer. Can we come too?" sang the two Beckett like street musicians.

"Please enough crying,'said Fluffy,"Go and have your favourite crepe suzette ask Pierre to make it, you know you have been waiting all year for it. He is making it now, run now little one, before you miss the Grand Marnier Flambe your favorite part! No more tears for Sandman."

" My my, so very touching," wuffed this fluffy French little Doggy to me, as I walked bravely up the steps, tears in my eyes. "I listened and it was super sad, poor you, did he really break your heart? what were you thinking of falling for a sandman, I mean who does that?Who? Even wee dogs know better. We play with them and bury our treats in them but we never fall for them, oh no, no, no."

"Mon cherie SP,watch your step,Madame, it is slippy from the rain, I see you found me at last, I have been watching you march up and down the Croisette all day but only now you notice me, too busy with the petites chiens as usual. Allow me to introduce myself, Oncle Sandman."

"The Sandman world community was very saddened by your heartbraking tale of a forlorn forsaken love affair with our friend and nephew,the Bahamas Sandman, who is in hiding since your blog made him so infamous.You will be pleased to know he is loosing money on Wall Street as we speak although he told me to tell you to buy gold.

SP, you must realize that we Sandman people are here today and gone tomorrow, that is how it is with us, always on the move, you yourself have the same roots, you are a wandering Jew, never in one place for long. Bahamas Sandman did not mean to stand you up that night he just could not stick around and wait for you, he simply had to go. We sadly like the Wolves in the Guggenheim exhibit are not our own boss, we do as Mother Tide dictates, whether we like it or not. When we are summoned back to the Sea we must go and quickly too. We are not cut out for relationships, most of us dream of even one night stands but we never get that, a few hours then we vanish and that is that.

Most humans forget us instantly yet you SP were different.Your love for the Bahamas sandman touched us all and gave us hope that we can make an impact and be loved by a gal like you and even become a bit famous by appearing in this here blog, there is hope for us. So thanks to you. The Sandman World Community will never forget you. But please do move on, it is nearly Spring, the perfect time to find a real Manly Man who can spend the night with you, and won't get sand in your sheets, I am sure NewYork is full of them. All the best to you,Madame SP."

I took a deeper look.

I gasped.

I collapsed in the sand.

I shouted for joy.

My Bahamas sandman's buddy, father, uncle? They were related no doubt in my mind.

I ran down the steps.

I was walking down the Croisette, it was raining and miserable when I caught a familiar shape in the sand, out of the corner of my eye.

It can not be, I thought not after all this time, surely not.

Maybe the French chef would listen to my Sandman's oncle story, he doesn't look too busy.

"Excusez moi , Monsieur Ratatouille, are you hiding a rat under your hat, mais mon histoire ce'st tres important, ecoutez moi une moment silvous plait."

But to my surprise the Chef continued chopping, obviously my French was too sophisticated for his sinple local layman's tongue.

So by this time, all this rejection by all the Doggies and street performers had made me starving and I popped into La Chunga, my favorite French Bistro for a profiterole.

Surely someone there would want to hear my sandman love story with it's twists and turns and appropriately unhappy denoument, maybe a diner, maybe a waiter, the 1970's style French singer, the maitre de, the bus boy surely someone had a few minutes for me, I had to talk, tell all. Release my emotions somehow.

How about you Madame Queen Blanche, I cried to the Cannes version of the Statue of Liberty Lady, will you listen to my tale?

"Not likely, move along now, you are distracting proper paying passerbys with your whining, now piss off home and get off my patch."

That doesn't sound very French or ladylike but who am I to judge, I thought? Just a simple Scottish Princess like me.

Why will no one listen to me, not in France, New York or even the mutts?

"Ah Madame SP what you have done for Doggy Couture is mais oui absolument magnfique et nous aimons le SP Blog ici dans la belle France. Ecrire encore,plus encore, silvous plait," Madame Burberry Chien wuffed, I think she was saying that thanks to me Doggy High Fashion is here to stay and she loves it and me, very smart pooch.

"Attendez, le petit Burberry, let me dite vous le histoire of the Sandman's oncle." (Thanks be to goodness for all those years of slaving away at French at Hutchie Grammar School for Princesses, we were communicating well, in fact way better than I do with my two legged friends)

You see I was walking down the Croisette and ....

I looked down but Madame Burberry and her mistress were already in Chanel, my story left untold.

And doggies in France are one notch up when it comes to Doggy Couture as you can see with this elegant mummy and doggy matching outfit style.