Sunday, 18 October 2009


On Friday night, I dreamed of a gold credit card, a ritual dance to the Sun, the number 6 and a bloody huge spider.

My subconscious obviously thinks I'm stupid, or it wouldn't be sending me such transparent dream imagery.

In the meantime, I am wealthy indeed beyond all measure with land, partner, canine friends and Bougainvillea growing in a Pearl Acacia tree.