Crisis? Oh, yes, that old thing.

Apparently, we’re fucked.

Well, on the plus side, at least the Italians (around me) seem to be talking about things. It has always seemed as if ‘the crisis’ was happening elsewhere – some other country in the world.

But, rather than the crisis, per se, the talk is about Buzz Lightyear (Mr B) and how long he can hang on for and who will take over from him.

And there’s the rub. Because, as I’ve said before, there is no one. Neither the Left nor the Right have anyone who has any real hope of pulling parties together to form a government. Buzz, at least, has enough charisma to do so.

I read this on the BBC site.

However, it’s a little strange. After all, even if it is written by an ex-pat Italian, she writes that ‘the school’s walls are covered with graffiti”. Hmmm. Yes, of course they are. And they were before the crisis. It is ‘normal’ here. In the UK, people would be up in arms and the police would go and find the culprits. Here, in Italy, graffiti is on most buildings. It’s a cultural thing.

And, in the time I have been here, I have noticed that the Italians, in exactly the same way as the Brits, complain about the money being spent (or not spent) on schools and hospitals and how the service from both is much worse than a) it used to be and b) other countries (especially in Europe). For that matter, the same is said about public transport.

Anyway, my view is that Aunt Cristina has it spot on. When explaining why Buzz keeps getting voted in, she says:

“It’s not just the pensioners, you know,” she says, jabbing at the air with her fork. “It’s a macho thing. So many Italians think he’s all man.”

That and the fact that there is no one else who could be a possible leader.

My colleague at work suggests that the President (who has all the power of our Queen in the UK) will call for a Technical Government, here. A government that will be full of economists and the like and who won’t actually ‘govern’ as such but just concentrate on the fiscal side.

But they will have a tough job ahead of them. After all (and I might have figures wrong here – but it’s something like this), there are 72,000 cars for officials in Italy compared to 195 in the UK. I think that says it all, really.

Anyway, by the time you read this, Buzz could be out of office, or Greece could have left the Euro or the world could have collapsed – or, more likely, everything will be, more or less, the same.

Rufus update

Well, I did my best.

F didn’t like my solution to stop Dino licking the lump on Rufus’ back. It was a plaster taped all round with tape. OK, it didn’t look so pretty but it was effective. But he tried to use an elastic, self-sticking bandage – wrapped all round his trunk.

As this was on his back, just behind his shoulders, it meant that it moved when he moved and so the lump was exposed and so Dino licked it. Until it bled, of course.

I tried again last night. Wrapping the bandage so that it went between his front legs. Apart from the fact that it was a tad uncomfortable for him, within an hour, it had slipped off the lump, making it a waste of time.

So, I have decided, tonight it will be a trip to the vet.

Well, maybe. First I make an excuse to go to the vets without him – just to check when they’re open. Really, of course, it’s to check if the good vet or the bad vet is there. If the good vet, I go back home and get Rufus. If the bad vet, I go tomorrow morning when, hopefully, the good vet will be on.

I am hoping that some penicillin or something will cure them – or at least help them heal. If not, I’m not sure what to do. I definitely don’t want him to try and take them away. After all, as with the one on his neck, within a few months they will be back.

On the plus side, we now seem to have the diarrhoea sorted out. Although now I do have to hold him to stop him falling back into the shit he’s just shatted. Poor thing. Still, he seems quite OK apart from the lumps constantly bleeding and not healing – if you see what I mean.