last night...

I dreampt of the
metro in lyon. It was a strange dream that involved a bit of anxietry, frustration, failing memory and flashed of all things that were part of my life when I lived in Lyon... including this mad Irish pub near the large shopping centre (which doesn't exist in real life). I wonder what on earth this dream means and where it came from?

I enjoy work so much more when it's busy like this... make you mind sharp... it's when all the political bs starts getting in the way that it all goes pear-shaped.

I was really hoping to fly home in Sept. for a holiday but the flights are inordinately expensive... will save my pennies for xmas... maybe go to France instead perhaps that's maybe what my dream was telling me!?