Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
All clear! My liver: "non c'e niente da preoccuparti". That's what the doctor said this morning - absolutely nothing to worry about! He said I had clearly been a very good boy. I nearly snogged him, tongue an' all. And yes, this is Ron Combo, outside the doctor's, happy as Larry and off to the bar for a celebratory half bottle of grappa.