Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Monday, 9 June 2008
The beginning of June sees the opening of the various swimming pools dotted around the area. Problem is, it's been pissing down for the past month and it shows no sign of letting up. I blame (in no particular order) Blears, Blair, Harman, Browne and Primarolo. And of course Brown the unelected boss. The B&B business is buggered. The vegetable plots are mudbaths. The game's up. Bollocks.