Confused

What a funny old day we had yesterday. Disaster recovery exercises, volcanic ash, historic televised election debates, and David (boyfriend not Cameron) flying over from UK to Prague (by the absolute skin of his teeth!) to visit me too... :-))

No surprise then that this professional, political and logistical chaos was reflected in my personal dream world last night, as I dreamt I put multiple key aspects of my own life to the public vote via the internet. Key issues at stake in this case included:

• Should I do a Masters?
• If so, in what subject (Law, HR, MBA)?
• UK or Prague in the long run?

Odd really, considering my current plans are very definitely to stay in my current job as long as possible (which I like and consider myself bloody lucky to have in the midst of a global economic recession), but haven't ruled out a Masters one day - just haven't a clue what in, and these days don't think I could ever muster up any of the old intellectual discipline that got me through Cambridge first time round...

Anyway going back to the present, last night I also dreamt that both David and I overslept till 5.30pm, thereby missing out on a planned fun-filled day of Praha Bakeshop / cinema / Zanzibar / Artisan etc and being quite disproportionately distraught about the fact, especially as due to the onset of volcanic ash he had to fly home on the Sunday rather than the Tuesday after all.

Luckily for me, in real life he is well and truly grounded here with me for the foreseeable future - so keep on erupting Mr Volcano, for the time being I really don't mind... ;-)))