Last night I dreamed that I was going to perform a dance in public to "I will survive". In my dream I was supremely confident that my routine was going to be fantastic, although, of course, I had never actually practised it. Sadly, I woke up before I got to dance.
Any idea of what that was all about?
posted by Rebecca @ 8:45 am
Feckless family of five struggle against all odds to make it in darkest Africa. Only sometimes it's less dramatic than it sounds.
Getting on for ten years in Northern Mozambique, juggling work, two small boys, one small girl, building a house, a resort, running a home, two companies, and sufficient time on the beach to chill out a bit. It's tough in paradise.
2 Comments:
I think it could have something to do with the 'pieces of eight' post below...
Too much cheese for dinner!
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