I know that V will survive without me but, sometimes, I wonder how?

I mean, take last night as an example. He arrived home and asked me if I had a washing machine where I was going. I replied in the affirmative. He suggested that we could get one for free from a work colleague and all we had to do was pick it up. This would, indeed, be useful as the washing machine no longer works and both of us are fed up with hand washing.

I asked how we were to pick it up. He replied that we would use the car. I queried the size and, when he said it was the same as the broken one we have (it came with the flat), explained that it would not fit.

We spent several minutes discussing it. In the end, he agreed to ask his colleague to measure it. However, I am 99% certain it will not fit in the car. I said that we could hire a van but he said that it wasn’t worth it.

Oh well, we shall see when the measurements come. However, I am pretty certain I am right. On the other hand, without me querying it, he would just turn up and then be disappointed that it didn’t fit.

Anyone have a spare van/very large car who would be prepared to lend it to me on Sunday?

Using the horn, in Italy, must be mandatory. And, obviously, any rules or laws that there may be are certainly ignored by many.

Recently though, someone I know, got fined by the police for using their horn to ‘encourage’ another motorist, in front of them, to move when they were turning right at lights – the problem was that the motorist in front had stopped to let pedestrians cross. The police took a very dim view of the person I knew.

On the other hand, sometime after midnight last night, when the street cleaners were out on our street, some traffic that was obviously stuck behind them got a little tired of waiting. So there were many car horns blaring, right outside my bedroom window. Although I had promised myself an early night I just couldn’t get to sleep when I got to bed and so had just about drifted off when the orchestra of car horns started.

It must have gone on for about 5 to 10 mins as the cleaning truck could neither move over nor move fast, if they were to clean the street.

Really this is another result of (some) Italians lack of consideration to others. I mean, the street cleaning truck is cleaning the street and, undoubtedly moving forward (I could hear it) and you’re behind, knowing that it is moving and that, shortly, you will be able to pass or turn off – so why would you try to wake everyone up and act like a complete cretin?

Needless to say, it took me quite a while to get back to sleep. I guess I will try again tonight?

Work is quieter today. I have managed to start the other-work, which is good.

And at the real-work, yesterday, our Networks Administrator was called to help our new H&S Manager. He wanted to know how to send an email to someone with a Gmail account. This guy is more scary than anyone else I know here!