
It’s 1 a.m. and I’m making a call to someone I’ve never met. The conversation goes something like this:
Me: ‘Hi, do you speak English?’

It’s 1 a.m. and I’m making a call to someone I’ve never met. The conversation goes something like this:
Me: ‘Hi, do you speak English?’

I am walking in to the hospital. Of course, these days, often, they almost seem like hotels. The wide open spaces, the reception desk to ‘check in’. If it wasn’t for all the sick and needy people, the nurses and doctors, you could, often, be entering a four-star hotel.

Football. Manchester United versus Milan. Last night, all the bars that had coverage via satellite were doing a roaring trade. I found it difficult to find a place to park – and we’re the opposite side of Milan! It seems that, to really enjoy the evening, people had travelled from outside Milan into the centre to go and watch the spectacle at a bar!
“There is a lot of fear about switching on encryption”, said Rob Falconer, sales and marketing manager at router manufacturer Belkin, which supplies its wireless devices without encryption.
Well, thanks V, for a really lovely birthday yesterday. The weather was glorious. We went to the Navigli and had brunch with some friends and then strolled around the antiques market. He also bought me some really good presents.
All in all, fantastic and exactly how a birthday should be – perfect.
I am currently thinking about S, who goes to have a knee operation tomorrow. At least, one hopes, it will be the cure and stop the excruciating pain.
Unfortunately, especially as it’s their 20th year, it looks like we won’t be going to the Hay Festival this year. And the programme looks good. A lot of the regular people and, as usual, some interesting names and events.
Ah well, who knows for next year?
Again, this year, there’s the Hay Fringe Festival run by M. Well done, M. I hope it goes well for you.

The Random Google Image is above.
This post is putting some of the pictures I had promised and one from today.

“bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds”.
If this bicycle is stolen every 71 seconds, when on earth does the owner get time to ride it?
Read about it here from the BBC.

Imagine, if you will, walking in the park. Stopping and sitting, quietly, on a grass bank. The weather is good, so you take off your shirt and carelessly throw it on the rock behind you. You decide to make yourself more comfortable, so you take off your boots. You realise that you shouldn’t have been wearing your boots in such hot weather, but at least, now, you can relax. You unzip them and put them, side by side, leaving the zips undone. You sit there soaking up the sun.
Last night I had one of my strange and nonsensical dreams. Often, one can work out where the dream has come from. It may have been a film, a book, a discussion – virtually anything, really.

It didn’t quite go as planned on Sunday after all. We DID go for a walk up Corso Buenos Aires on Sunday afternoon as many of the shops were open. We DID take Rufus, who got lots of admiring looks and lots of ‘che bello’s’ and who was perfectly behaved, as usual. V got some presents for the birthday of a girl at work because he always seems to be the one responsible for taking the collection money and finding the presents.