Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 15 October 2009
It's all over
Well, nearly over. After the day spent grape picking a couple of weeks back, GianCarlo came round the day before yesterday with my payment. Thirty litres of the finest Dolcetto di Ovada. Should see me through to the end of the month, even with a long weekend visit coming up by Out The Window Bloke. Thirty litres! That's what I call a fair day's wage for a fair day's work.