
Don’t misinterpret the heading. I’m not talking about the fact that the current government here is to the right of right-wing. I’m talking about conservative with a small “c”.

Don’t misinterpret the heading. I’m not talking about the fact that the current government here is to the right of right-wing. I’m talking about conservative with a small “c”.
Hurrah! We’re back. And I say “we” meaning me and a “guest” poster. This will be revealed in the near future (but it isn’t V who, to be frank, shows little interest in the blogging thing).

There’s a weirdness about Italy that is not particularly peculiar to Italy but, in my view, the extent is peculiar.

Being brought up in the UK, no-one said much about the choice of words you used. It was all perfectly understood.
It’s an age thing. I feel I ought to be able to say something profound with the experience I have. But there is nothing to say.
Ah well.
It was our first Italian wedding. Our second wedding this year. They were very different.

There are a couple of things I just thought I’d say.
One is that, further to the apparent monopoly that the Mafia have on the rubbish collections around Naples (and most of Italy), it seems they might have a monopoly, here, on the supply of tarmac and road paint.
Buzz Lightyear, having won the election is, no doubt, preening himself before the mirror at this very moment. Not that looks are so important to him but, well,……. they are.

Here, most people live in apartments and these apartments usually have at least one balcony, even if it the size of a postage stamp, overlooking the street or the inner courtyard of the apartment block. So, the idea of Romeo calling to Juliet whilst she is on the balcony is so accurate.