but it started somewhat unpleasantly.
this morning i had a bad dream. in it, we were at a house, a great house where the garden kind of went down to meet the sea. which then became a river bed and a great rush of floodwater surged along it suddenly while i was in the garden, and the kids, including princess, was down at the river.
i wasn't that concerned until she didn't come back.
then i went to try to find her. i had been confident she would be fine, would know to get out of the way of the water, not to play near floodwaters etc.
i couldn't find her. then i was on a bus, travelling the way the water would have taken her.
then i was in turkey, speaking to turkish police, trying to make them understand that she had disappeared. i was explaining she was half turkish, with an australian passport. they didn't seem to care, so then when i said she had a turkish passport as well, they became more interested.
but i didn't find her, the dream seemed to take ages, until at the end, after going through markets asking people if they had seen her, i watched as a woman in bathers was diving into a really deep pond by the road, that had been created by this "flood" that i realised i wasn't going to find her.
so i woke up, glad it was just a dream. isn't that a delicious feeling?
alot of my dreams are these type of quest dreams.
anyway, so this made me want to contact her. i texted, nothing back. i called, and ali answered. he was in the car, having picked up the rugs, and said lisa and princess were at the beach. he offered to give me lisa's mobile number, but i said i didn't need it. he said he would get princess to text me later and then i could call her.
i wished him good luck for his carpet show.
see, how nice i am?
then i went into uni and had a meeting with an academic who has said he wants me on board a research project he has funding for. what he wants to explore is of great interest to me (national identity generally speaking, very topical) so that was pretty good.
then i tossed down a spag marinara and tumbler of house white for lunch with my sis, her hubby and my nephew and niece. no the 3 and 5 year olds did NOT have a tumbler of white. but they gave me lots of cuddles cause i told them i was missing my girl so much and needed hugs. they were beautiful.
so then i went to mum's and called princess from there.
we had a good chat, she even laughed at a couple of vignettes i told her, mostly one about a huge huntsman spider that sat on the top of our car all the way out to the airport when we went to drop her off. and then what happened with 'pidey after that. she was laughing really hard, which was great to hear.
she was sounding happy and relaxed, so she is over the hump, which is great.
so that's it.
oh, except they are here:
which is san diego, googleimage tells me.
off to dinner at southbank tonight, followed by the producers at crown casino. gold class.
if you don't mind.
12 days to go