Last night I had another weird dream but this time Kamal was in it. Funny that, since we are now divorced, without returns thanks again to Islam. For those that don’t know, in Islam you can’t remarry if you divorce “in threes.” That is to say, you declare before God that you divorce them by saying it out loud three times and presto, it is done! Never again can you “legally” marry that person. Thanks Sharia law.
I was looking after a little girl (again) but thankfully I was not feeding her. Instead, we went to the garden (a highly inappropriate reference if you catch my drift) next to our house through the connecting door at the bottom of our garden, instead of going around the house. The garden was owned by Yugoslavians and I was impressed that my little girl knew that by reading the sign. I don’t remember a sign but there must have been a sign somewhere showing that the Yugoslavians own the garden. How else would she know?