After the glorious sunshine in Victoria yesterday, it was a sad shock to come home to whiteout conditions at Main and Marine.
It’s good to be home, nevertheless.
Last night I had the first dream I can remember in ages. I dreamed I went to rent a fabulous apartment in Paris for 200 euros a month and I didn’t take it because there was a brothel across the street. The prostitutes were sitting on the balcony displaying their wares in a most unpleasant way.
