Im-press-ive

When I have bizarre, vivid dreams I can usually tie them to something more mundane from the previous day. Last night, a (perhaps less than thrilling) conversation about financial security post-retirement. During the night a visit to a scenic beauty spot where June Whitfield talked to me about being on the breadline.

Thomasina and Charlie, who have been in Mozambique for a few weeks, flew home today. We made an obligatory visit to FEIMA so they could load up on wildlife-themed souvenirs and Christmas presents. After a while the bartering and haranguing became too tiring, so we fled. The Tunduru gardens, which I wanted to show Tom and Charlie before they left, was an altogether more joyous experience. The World Press Photo Foundation was staging an exhibition in the gardens, and it was interesting and moving. Around the exhibition thronged multiple wedding parties, taking photos with the nice backdrop and breaking into dance and song. A bride and her bridesmaids can be seen in the corner of this photo. The experience couldn’t have failed to put a smile on any passerby’s face.

I’m now trying to sleep whilst a car alarm and a booming music concert stream through the flimsy single glazing.