It was René Magritte who said…,

“If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” So I wonder what exactly it is that my subconscious is trying to tell me this week, or which is being translated and from where, with it’s string of bizarre and seemingly unrelated dream topics.  In a previous post, I […]

Total recall

…..and not the movie. Recollections are just surfacing of the super weird dream, I had in the nondescript place that hovers between sleep and consciousness, in those moments before waking. I was getting married, (in itself, bizarre but stick with me people), it was on the down low and it was in my home town […]

***Crush watch***crush watch***

OK people, it’s about time this PANK pulled herself the Hell together, and dragged her crush-addled head right out of her arse……. All-consuming crush, on unrealistic target has distracted me long enough to interfere with my otherwise tidy and uncomplicated life (read; brain).  Having today realised I may have f*cked up some travel plans, I’m […]

Paris part II – July 2014

I’ve said it before, but I will say it again.  I’m a lucky woman. For a start, I’m writing this from the beach. Which is 15 minutes from my place. Enjoying the hazy sun and a balmy breeze. (It’s the little things.) But most importantly for me, I have infinite freedom.  I’ve learnt that the […]

I’ve got deja vu

It only seems like a few months since I was sitting in the airport waiting for a flight to Paris.  Oh wait, it is only a few months since I was sitting in the airport waiting for a flight to Paris. Different company, different circumstances. I’m excited to see my long-lost friends, it’s been too […]

If I was the Brazilian national football team’s aunt, I’d….

line them all up, like they do before a match and walk along, give them the pity face and silently hug them all tightly to my breast. And I’d really mean it. There might even be hair stroking and face cupping. Then I would hand them all a gift-wrapped DVD of a Germany training video […]

Trips to Paris are like buses….

you wait twenty years, then two come along at once.  Kind of. So having popped over the border to Paris in February, (for the first time since my marriage proposal in 1994), to visit Hot Frenchie, I find myself ‘popping over the border’ again to have some fun and catch up with my fabulous friends […]

Thought for the day

Dear everyone One of the most infuriating things in the whole wide world, is other (cosily coupled-up) people’s interpretation of a ‘good time, enjoying good company’. The only option OBVIOUSLY being, a date.  As opposed to say, having a great laugh with a good friend,  enjoying some great live music, courtesy of another nice friend.  […]