I read the news today..oh boy!
In Truss I did not trust. And Shapps as Home Secretary? Well that was beyond a joke. It seemed the government couldn’t even run a tap. Let alone the country. What an embarrasment. I switched to WhatsApp instead where dear Ed had just sent me this.
On the TV Berlusconi and the far right Salvini were having a cock measuring contest. Oh dearie me!
Beyond the gardens and their giant ficus trees – we call them rubber plants at home – the town is separated from the water by roads. Two lanes of cars each way. And in the middle, bus lanes and trolley buses too. This means crossing eight lanes.
To do so you put your faith in the zebra crossings which are generally respected. But the distractions of Facebook mean that there are sometimes a few near misses. Texting at the wheel is de rigeur. Or whatever that is in italian. Normale?
Anyway I didn’t have a problem until this morning when I was very nearly run down by the local Caribinieri going the wrong way up a bus lane. Their bumper literally on my shins. I definitely wasn’t looking the wrong way. They waved me angrily out of the road and sped off, tyres screeching on the polished stones.
I had a look under the bonnet and the water was below minimum. I topped him up with San Pelligrino.
We drove out on a winding road to Capo di Carbonaro.
All very pretty. Prickly pear and the maquis of thorny scrub.
Here the road ended so we returned to a beach we’d spotted back down the road where a lazy day was spent without incident.