The entry on this blog for 4th November has GOT to be the funniest I have read. In particular the conversation with the drunken customer about the pizzas (or, more correctly, pizze) and, more specifically, this bit:
We don’t speak much, V & I. I mean that, obviously we do speak, but we don’t really TALK that often. As with most relationships over time, there seems no time to just sit down and talk to each other.
I am speechless! Gobsmacked! Incredibly angry and not angry all at the same time depending on what bit I focus on.
So much so, that I just can’t talk about it. Maybe later when it’s all sorted (if it all gets sorted).
The subject being V, cars, money, not thinking ahead or being responsible, etc.
Of course, V says it’s for me – but really it’s for him as well. V shouldn’t be allowed to be spoken to by salespeople. I should have been there.
I’ve noticed he has hardly been mentioned in the blog recently and thought I should put this right. Note that the picture is NOT Rufus. This is how he SHOULD look if we were to treat him like a show dog and not have his hair cut. He actually looks much cuter.
Finally, as the temperature had reached a whopping 32 degrees C, the air conditioning has been switched on! Hurrah!
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.