
Once again...I had fun! Once I figured out what path to take - all I could think about was how well my husband sleeps, and how frustrated I get with him when I am having those nights where I dream so much rubbish I can't stand it! Our breakfast table is often the scene of re-told dreams...and my family never cease to shake their heads at the crazy rot my subconscious dishes up! (The organ grinders monkey with the little red felt hat and semi automatic machine gun in the lush gardens of a tropical resort is the stuff of family legend!!)

So, this is a nod to my tormented sub conscious...and my soundly sleeping hubby - look at where I've been while you slept the "sleep of the just"!








