When I am back visiting in the UK, I have the most fantastical dreams of Positano and the Amalfi Coast. It transforms and becomes more intense than in real life. I've dreamt that the coastline, which in real life is made up of rocky bays and sheer cliffs interspersed with smallish pebbly beaches, becomes one long neverending white sandy beach, dotted with palm trees, where you can stroll all the way to Amalfi and further.
I've dreamt of various islands that don't really exist, dotted along the coastline, some appear mysteriously through heavy fog and others glow with lush plants contrasted against the brilliant blue sea. I also dream of volcanoes and tidal waves engulfing the town but am reassured by friends that everybody has those dreams here and it is nothing to worry about!
Lately my dreams have changed. I find myself walking around the house, ready to leave it forever, wondering what to take, what to pack and wondering how could we possibly ever leave this house? The other night I dreamt that I was sitting in the kitchen with my parents. We were waiting for the removal men to arrive and take everything away, but nothing had been packed and nothing was ready to go. In another dream I remember trying to get back into the house as we had already left it, but I remembered that I had hidden something in my bedroom that I just had to get back.
Yes, it's true, this summer we actually sold the family home. It was time to downsize as Dad was rtattling around a bit on his own there. Next time I go back it will be to a different house in a different town. I've seen photos and had a tour courtesy of Skype and and Dads ipad, but I haven't been there yet.
Next week I'm going over for a while to give Dad a hand. He's buried in boxes and can't seem to find anything. I noticed that he's put the furniture in all the wrong places and he's threatening to wallpaper certain areas so I have to get there in time to stop him from turning into a disaster. I've given him strict instructions to wait until I'm there before he does any decorating.
I have also arranged for my personal hairdresser to fly in from Sweden as I haven't had my hair done since last spring.So we're going to have loads of fun...and great hair too!