Living for Disco

The last few days have been difficult. Occasionally I feel as if I’m achieving absolutely nothing here, and I keep having to tell myself that things don’t happen all at once, and that I have only been here for three months*. This week has been particularly frustrating, because I’m alone at the moment, as everyone else has gone on holiday.

Apart from that, I feel very far away from everyone I love, and I can’t help wishing that I could see my friends and family, just a little a bit, for Christmas. I don’t go in for moping. It’s a waste of time. But still, I miss them.

Also, I had a disturbing dream last night: giant maggots were attacking me because I was trying to steal their dinner (a dead horse; don’t question me about the workings of my subconscious – I am as confused as you are). The dream may have something to do with the maggot infestation I found merrily heaving about in my bin the other day.

It reminded me of the time our neighbours in Malaysia gave us a jackfruit as a welcome gift. We didn’t know what to do with it, so we left it next to the sink for a couple of weeks. It looked fine, but when we picked it up, inside was a maggot metropolis. There were so many of the damn things I swear they had probably constructed an elaborate network of offices and flats. It was like London Bridge on a sunny weekday morning. Swarming.

Anyway, I felt a bit shaken when I woke up this morning, and had to check that all my limbs were in tact.

Hopefully the New Year will blow in a whole new barrel of optimism, and un-maggotty dreams, and the cobwebs of uselessness will be caught up and cast into the huge, cloudless sky, never to be seen again.

Anyway, I’m not whinging, because as of tomorrow I’m on holiday again, with some friends from Katima and Ondangwa. We’re going to the coast.

I hope you all have a marvellous Christmas. And a very festive New Year. For the first time in a good few years, I hope to be seeing in 2006 with a stonking hangover.

See you all in the New Year.

*This is when the other little voice in my head chips in and starts saying things like “Three months? That’s practically a life time….”