Ole

There was a dream like quality to today. I seemed to float along busy doing this and that and by the time that was done I had no idea that I had already done this.

I am experiencing a lot of this these days - an inability to focus clearly on what is happening in the moment. Being cast ashore from all things real. Set adrift. Strange.

At the allotment today we spread Sunday's bootie and chatted of holidays. My man has been talking about holidays for some time and I keep coming back to mainland Spain having never been. My allotment pal and I drank virtual sangria (Tea from flasks). We salsa'd with the charmingest of Spaniards, all dark swarthy and swivel hipped (garden forks), and we ate tapas of chorizo, patatas bravas, y gambas (a cereal bar).

So when I passed this fan in the house I felt drawn to something silly. Something floating in my head, dream like. Well a girl can dream can't she.

Here is a lovely link which allan gave me