I wouldn’t call this post ‘news’, since that implies something amazing. A round-up of events is probably a better description. And it’s long because it includes a rant, so, sorry about that in advance.
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?’
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!
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.
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.
I just looked at the blog and the temperature here is 24 degrees. It’s wonderful. There is a slight breeze, unusually for Milan, which makes it very, very pleasant.
Tomorrow I go to a far-off country and continuing the theme of random pictures from Google images, here is one from typing in the title.
Unfortunately, it is business and not pleasure. Such is life. I am unlikely to be able to post anything.
We’ve had a lovely couple of days away. Enjoying the atmosphere, the climate, the country and, most importantly, friends’ company, good food and wine.
Second Life is a phenomenon. The virtual world where you create your own persona, a new persona. You can be anything you want. You create yourself as a beauty, as strong, as someone you aren’t in real life, in First Life.
I can feel the wind on my face and my hair. I can feel the sway of the boat and the surge as it hits the waves. I can hear the engine and the sounds of the other passengers. It’s comfortable and I feel safe. I’m sitting next to Chiara. She is beautiful. Well, when I say that, her voice is beautiful. She has long, dark hair and a pretty face, although none of this I can see. It’s not that it’s night, it’s total darkness. Really. Not a single iota of light. I am blind. She often grasps for my hand. She has a delicate, slightly cold, hand. Long fingers, Sweet, like her.
