Benvenuti to all my lovely Loyal and New Followers
Well, it’s that time of year when people start to do and say funny things like, after Christmas I’m going on a diet or I’m not going to shave until after the holiday. Now my man comes into the latter catagory, which means that kisses under the mistletoe get a bit scratchy. I know that lots of girlies like their men to have a bit of stubble, it’s considered matcho, but I’m afraid I find the whole sensation of being kissed by a prickly chin rather off-putting, not to say dangerous. But hey, I’d rather be kissed by my man than not, so I will persevere, despite the beard!
Christmas Man with beard.
La Nazione
On the subject of men, my man and I enjoyed coffee twice this morning. Firstly at the Jam Cafe, because we could not park in our usual place due to a huge market in Certaldo and secondly at Il Solferino after having trecked through all the market stalls along Via Giugno. We settled in to read the papers and there for you girlies to drool over, I found Christmas man. Yes, another watch advert, but it’s the guy wearing it that matters, don’t you think? My man grinned over the top of his newspaper and said; “Now here’s an interesting snippet. Research has now proved that Hitler only had one ball! But we military men already knew that and we had a song we used to sing about it, yes a rude one….” He turned and shared the joke with the man behind him on the next table. So you had one Brit and one Italian laughing their heads off about a German and a missing ball!
Now, I am trying to get my head around Christmas. I’ve got all the presents and most of the food, but we have failed to get a real Christmas Tree as we left it too late. Yesterday morning we did a huge circle from Certaldo to Poggibonsi, up to San Casciano and back again, but they were all gone. So, unless we hit lucky, I will have to do some sort of festive table arrangement and put the presents around it. The grandkids will not be impressed though. On the journey my man and I had both felt bit jaded and thought we were getting the dreaded Christmas virus. “My face feels strange.” He said, rubbing his chin. “What, sort of tingly?” I asked. “No hairy.” He grinned.
December view from here.
Photo J Finnigan
December sunset.
Photo J Finnigan
Earlier in the week, I had been getting a little fed up with the cloudy, foggy weather. The temperature here in Tuscany was lower than London, where my man was putting in his last few days at the grind stone before the Festive break. Then come Thursday the sun came out and bathed everything in gold and the sunset that evening gave me a huge lift, so I took a couple of photos for you.
Things are pretty hectic here now in the run up to the big day and needless to say, something has to give. So please forgive me if I take a couple of weeks off from writing to you. The good news is I will have lots to tell you about the festivities here in Tuscany in the New year. In the meantime, I want to say a big thank you to all my readers for buying my books throughout 2015. It has been a record year for sales and your support is so very much appreciated. Don’t forget there is still time to download your Christmas reading, if you have not already done so. Visit my author site at http://www.amazon.com/author/junefinnigan
Have a wonderful Christmas and Buon Natale
Salute June x
‘My Father, The Assassin’. Book one in the series.
‘The Bolivian Connection’ Book two in the series.
Silvio (Jesu) Berlusconi
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