Kazakhstan, and how is that helpful

Firstly I would like to thank Mr. Wine Black for his none to helpful response to my 'is anyone going to Aberdeen' Facebook comment today, being nosy and being in Kazakhstan was not useful, but revenge will be swift and sweet......

Enough of that, when I eventually dragged myself out of bed after my date with Perry, it was slowly and with a yawn. These 4am appointments are gruelling to say the least. Surely I should have seen all that Perry can offer by now. But no, he still manages to surprise, and entertain.

I happened to notice the weather report yesterday for Haifa, it was an hourly report and as such depressing, every hour on the hour there was 100% chance of rain, does this mean that 100% of the time you have to carry a brolly, does this mean inside too, or am I being too literal. I didn't sign up for rain, I'm a fair weather kind of girl, who unfortunately got tricked into the Scottish countryside, now don't get me wrong, I love Scotland, I just wish it was closer to the equator!

As I have said to numerous friends over the years, 'I am and always will be an Orchid', now Im not saying Im particularly beautiful, just that I need heat, also my tendency to pop in and out leads me to believe in another life I was in fact a butterfly,  whereas now I'm just a social butterfly, and have to rely on other wings to get me front A to B.

This leads me to my reoccurring dream that I have had since a child, not the one where the Witch comes out of a grave and grabs my leg, and even now if I have a bad dream I still think twice before putting my feet to the floor.  No Im talking about the dream where Im able to fly, and somehow I managed to do this using the breeze, which allowed me to sore up, up and away.  Bit of a bugger in Scotland when you have a headwind that keeps you almost horizontal.  So maybe my dream is not a dream but just a remembrance of my previous life as a Butterfly.

Getting back to the Witch, I also had terrible thoughts when waking from such dreams that there was a Fox under my bed, and again this Fox would grab my legs should I try and put foot to floor.  Its easy not to worry when you don't suffer from nightmares, but unfortunately I still suffer the horrors of the sleep.  What is odd, is that as a younger me, I would read all sorts of horror stories, no more.  Can't even watch a horror on the TV, I find Life is nightmare enough for me on more occasions than I care to divulge.