God has turned the thermostat up in the last couple of weeks which means that a few more old 'uns than normal are dropping off their perches. Explains the bulk delivery to a local undertakers of new shiny boxes which I witnessed whilst standing outside a bar, enjoying a decent glass of Gavi di Gavi. I counted more than twenty, all in that sleek wood that looks more plastic than plastic. One size seems to fit all too, as most old Italians are stereotypically short arsed.
