Italian Wall Lizard
Photo Gary Nafis
Benvenuto to all my Loyal and New Followers
It’s been a strange week when the weather has been wetter than the UK and more humid than the rainforests. I also spent Wednesday night with an intruder in my bed….. I had seen him lurking about, popping up from behind plants and disappearing again before I could chase him down. I had twice secured the house and even shut all the windows, despite the need for the cool night-time air and locked my bedroom door. But when I stripped the bed in the morning, thinking how nice it would be to have it freshly made for my man’s return from London, there he was his golden eyes blinking at me from my man’s pillow. “Bastard”, I yelled as he leapt off the bed and sped underneath it. He made a dash for the door and scooted through to the landing and disappeared. “You can’t hide from me forever,” I growled, “You’ll come out again when you are hungry!” I sighed and returned to collect the bedclothes and took them down to the washing machine. I went back to the bottom of the stairs and there he was staring down at me. “You stupid lizard,” I groaned, “I could have turned over and crushed you in the night and you’re only a baby, worse still, you could have ended up in the washing machine…!”
Meanwhile, the previously sunken liner Costa Concordia finally left its graveyard yesterday, and was slowly taken off towards Genova to be scrapped. This was a huge relief for everyone. The local papers were full of pictures and naturally everyone in Laura’s Bar/Alimentare were discussing it.
This morning, Friday, my man and I are relaxing over our coffee and he is looking rather tired after his few days in London. “Are you OK?” I ask sympathetically. “Yes, just staring into the ether…” he sighed.
Gianluca brings our antipasti.
Photo J Finnigan
Paolo’s home-made Crema di Limoncello
Photo P Finnigan
Last night we popped into ‘C’era una Volta’ at Lucardo for supper and Gianluca the waiter was in good form. He can be a little naughty and took to teasing a group of American tourists who had little sense of humour. He arrived at their table with their order, a huge freshly grilled Fiorentino Steak, opened the window next to them and pretended to show someone on the terrace below, the plate disappeared into unseen hands and Gianluca turned to the Ams and said, “Oh, its been stolen, these foreigners, they come to Italy and steal our women, our jobs and now our Fiorentina Steaks!” The Ams believed him, then suddenly the steak reappeared back through the window and the Ams just did not see the joke…! I told Gianluca that I would mention his naughty trick in my blog, ‘Which name will you use?” he asked. “Well your real name” I frowned. “That’s OK then,” he grinned swishing his teatowel over his shoulder, “You won’t have any problem with the police if you use that name….!” The mind boggles. We then relax over a delicious glass of Crema di Limoncello, as one does….
Farty Barty looking wary.
Photo J Finnigan
Back at the villa, Farty Barty has been having a hard time with a vicious black male cat who is trying to take over the territory. Poor Barty is terrified of the nasty creature and three times we have had to throw things from our bedroom window to see it off. For the first time in ages, Barty asked to stay inside overnight in his kitchen chair. We may have to re-think the castration thing so that the poor boy is no longer a threat to other male cats. At the very idea, my man’s hands instantly cover his own important bits and he pales….
Well, I will check out Silvio’s status next time as no doubt he is probably still hung over after his court case celebration.
Have a great weekend.
Amore June x
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