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A Busy Week playing Board Games in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2013| 4 Comments »

The Game of 'Sorry'

The Game of ‘Sorry’

Well, our first week of doing nothing has been very busy indeed,  but packed with proper holiday things just as it should be.  The TV has not been on once and although our granddaughter, who has stayed with us for three days, selected a DVD, it never got played!  So what has been the magic ingredient to seven days without anything electronic?  Well it’s been the dusty board games that have remained unplayed for years!  Wow, we had forgotten how entertaining, challenging and aggressive board games can be, particularly with an eight year old.  My man actually took the time to read the rules properly on the game of ‘Sorry’ and now it is very much the favourite.  We also played ‘The Game of Life’ which has everyone in hysterics when the little plastic cars are filled with blue and pink pegs representing husbands, wives and children.  The man’s long face as he lands on a square that says he’s just got married and has had twins, is beyond description.  We spent one morning cutting off the damp bits of the boxes that held the games, and replacing them with new bits of card and masses of sellotape.  We subsequently discovered that we had a damp wall that needed attention.

Farty Barty on Holiday

Farty Barty on Holiday

But we don’t care about that, we are still on holiday and so is Farty Barty the cat!

We took our granddaughter to an equestrian center on Wednesday, to see the horses and to see if she fancied a lesson.  She loved the horses, but was critical about the standard of the stables and things in general, so she declined the offer of a ride that evening.  Our girl is already an experienced cleaner of stables and also does circus acrobatics on horseback!  So she knows what she is talking about.  So it was off to Certaldo for a gelato (icecream), which went down really well.

Carlo in his hugely popular Geletaria Fiorentino in Montespertoli

Carlo in his hugely popular Geletaria Fiorentino in Montespertoli

In the meantime, my man had developed a rather bloodshot eye after I had poked it with my finger nail.  I was just trying to take off the bit of sun block he had left on the side of his nose, then he moved his head!  Yes, really, this was not intentional, but it did not help him to rise above the grumpy level.  The doctor advised Pronto Soccorso (the emergency department at the hospital) and the man’s spirits lifted when he was told that a few drops would sort him out and his eye should clear in about ten days.  The other small miracle, was that we got through the emergency system in just thirty-five minutes!  If you ever go to Pronto Soccorso in Italy, you should expect to be there for two to five hours, so we put this speedy visit down to Ferragosto (August holiday when eighty percent of Italians go to the beach or the mountains.)  Anyway, afterwards we went for a gelato in Montespertoli and then lunch at C’era una Volta’ in Lucardo.  So it was a good day.

Earlier in the week we came across a four-foot long snake which was either a Western Whip snake or an Adder, however, the light was not good and we had just driven a few yards down the lane and caught it in our headlights.  Have you ever seen a big snake rise up against a three-foot high wall and then jump?  Well, this one did and after a few failed attempts finally made it and disappeared!

Silvio gets emotional with his girlie in Rome. Photo Reuters, Alessandro Bianchi.

Silvio gets emotional with his girlie in Rome.
Photo Reuters, Alessandro Bianchi.

And so to our poor (if very rich) friend Silvio Berlusconi.  As we all know, president Giorgio Napolitano declined to give Silvio a pardon.   So he is now holed up in his luxury villa with his overage girlfriend, contemplating his navel whilst floating in his huge swimming pool and  hoping his support team can still can come up with some way to keep  him in politics.  On the subject of Silvio’s judicial problems and being allowed to continue to hold office, Enrico Letta (oh, he’s the current Prime Minister) quoted on Wednesday night ‘I will not accept blackmail and neither are ultimatums acceptable.’  Well, I thought this was Italy, was he quoted correctly?  Meanwhile, Silvio will not give up and for now will be getting lots of loving hugs from short, fat, aging girlfriend Francesca Pascale (see picture).

OK, enough of that.  My man is now complaining because I have asked him to download some photos from his smart phone.  He is singing at the top of his voice ‘I’m on Holiday, I’m on Holiday’, which is his way of saying ‘you are making me do things when I am supposed to be doing nothing!

I shall go and cook him a nice lunch, as we girlies know it is the best way to a man’s heart.  He’ll be all smiles again in no time!

Have a great week.

Salute June x

PS  Still not got your holiday reading?  Go to http://www.firstchapters.net.  I recommend ‘My Father, The Assassin by J W Finnigan.

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Yet another Beautiful, if Hectic week, in Tuscany

Posted in Life, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2013| 5 Comments »

Book Signing

Impromptu book signing in Lucca!
Photo P Finnigan

Finally we begin our two-week break from the office!  Effectively, it began yesterday as we drove over to the lovely city of Lucca to meet special friends for lunch.  We met for coffee in the Piazza San Michele and I was delighted to be handed a belated, and unexpected, birthday present all wrapped up in the traditional Italian way.    Whilst in the cafe I found myself doing an impromptu book signing, which was very nice indeed!  For lunch we went to Il Mecenatee at Via Del Fosso 94, very traditional and very nice.  The conversation with our friends, he is Australian and she is Italian, ranged from baking English scones (she is a fantastic cake maker), writing books (he has recently written a science fiction novel), the next three most likely things to invest in, what is there today that we would love to see developed and produced over the next thirty years (we’ll probably be pushing up the daisies by then), my man and our Australian got into a very in-depth discussion about how many things today were influenced by the sixties science fiction films and books, and Australia.

So, what about the next two weeks then?  I could never have guessed how difficult it would be to plan nothing.  Nothing seems to come in many different shapes and sizes.  Well, we have two grandchildren and we don’t get to see them often enough.  Our granddaughter age eight, will be with us for three days next week and she loves horses.  So we’ll be off to visit an equestrian centre.  Our grandson, age twelve, nearly thirteen, will join us for three days the following week and he loves sport, particularly rugby.  So we will have to find something sporty to grab his attention.

I must also crack on with additional research for ‘The Bolivian Connection’ which is my current novel.  If you know of anyone who lived or worked in Bolivia any time between 1970 and 1995, I would love to interview them.  What are you currently reading?  I have just finished ‘Maggie, Her Fatal Legacy’ by the journalist  John Sergeant.  As a result, I have now just started reading Michael Heseltine’s autobiography ‘Life in the Jungle’ as he played such an important part in getting Maggie’s back up.  It’s not that I am political, however, I do enjoy reading about strong personalities and what made them tick!

Back at Laura’s bar/alimentari in Fiano, her daughter Bernadette has broken her foot!  This means that poor Laura is working her own feet off without any help, so we have all been most understanding about her closing every afternoon and all day Sunday.  Thursday was Ferragosta, the traditional August  ‘bank’ holiday and the start of a two-week break for most Tuscans and whilst one newspaper reported that six out of ten shops are remaining open (due to the failing economy) we do not expect to find that many doing so in our area.

Terracotta dogs guarding the steps to the orchard. Phot P Finnigan

Terracotta dogs guarding the steps to the orchard.
Photo P Finnigan

My man continues his early morning watering of the garden and, ignoring the dusty brown  ‘lawn’,  it is looking very beautiful.  Farty Barty the cat is putting on weight, which is a sure sign that the summer, like the days, is starting to get shorter.  Our peppers are just starting to turn red on the plants and we have had a reasonable crop of tomatoes.  My man came in with some big fat oranges from the orchard this morning and we have noticed some new baby lemons on our potted lemon trees.

And so to our favourite Italian personality.  ‘Down but not out’, that has to be the best way to describe our friend Silvio.  Or ‘Here’s a big fat cheque, give me a pardon!’  But really, Silvio is now taking his fight to the beaches because that is where a high percentage of Italians will currently be found.  This week his allies have hired at least nine aircraft to fly over Italian beaches in northern and central Italy, trailing 85 foot long signs with messages like ‘Go Silvio’ and ‘Forza Italia’.  The opposition say it is illegal to campaign outside the ‘campaign season’, however, supporters have retaliated by saying that the banners are in support of Silvio Berlusconi the ‘Private Citizen’!  What can one say except ‘Only in Italy!’

2013-01-26 12.26.41Well enough of that, time to think about our first aperitivo of the holiday.  However, the grumpy man has given up drinking again, except when we go out to a ristorante.  However, he is to be congratulated and I must stop being a bad influence.  But then again, we have a cantina full of Chianti…….!

Have a great week, Salute June x

PS Don’t forget to check out http://www.firstchapters.net for your holiday reading.  I have heard very good reviews about ‘My Father, The Assassin’ by J W Finnigan.

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Busy Planning to do Nothing, in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Life, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2013| 2 Comments »

Well, my man and I have agreed that its time to take a break and to organise a lot of nothings and nowheres to go.  Come Friday 16th August we will be closing the offices in the UK and Italy for a two-week summer break and will be doing absolutely nothing.  Of course we may be inspired to write (me) or do one of those big boxes of jigsaw that have been gathering dust (my man).  We might even cook a bit, perhaps not.  Busy is a word that everyone uses when you ask them how they are doing.  Busy, busy they say, you know how it is!  So for all those modern-day people of all ages, who have forgotten how not to be busy,  I am dedicating to you the following song courtesy of Winnie the Pooh.Image

I’m busy doing nothing, nothing the whole day through

Trying to find lot’s of things not to do,

I’m busy going nowhere, isn’t it just a crime,

I’d like to be unhappy but, I never do have the time!

Now, if that doesn’t make you smile and to think about slowing down, there must be something really wrong with you.  When we were children, we spent a lot of time having adventures and most of these were had without leaving one’s bedroom or garden.   Read, read, read.  Yes, you must read a good book.  When is the last time you picked up a real one?  Not the downloaded variety, the paper and cardboard sort which you carry around like a good friend.  If you do not have a library at home, go to your local one or even lazier, visit http://www.firstchapters.net and read the first few chapters of any book and, if you like it, buy it on-line.  In fact order a box full that will take you at least two weeks to read and put all your electronic equipment in a dark drawer somewhere.   Yes, I’m serious.  When not reading, relax with an early evening aperitivo with your loved one or close friends.  Wander around your garden or a nearby bit of countryside or park, and slowly absorb the plants and the insects that are visiting the flowers.  Breath in the fresh air.  You are feeling better already aren’t you? I certainly am and in the run up to the start of our doing nothing break, I’m going to clear my desk of debris, polish it and only put back the essentials.   The rest can go in the bin or a box!

Ripening grapes on our lower terrace. Photo P Finnigan

Ripening grapes on our lower terrace.
Photo P Finnigan

OK, enough of that, I think you may have got the message!  Here in our beautiful Tuscan garden there is always something to marvel about.  We have a small corner that is shaded by a roughly shaped pergola which is currently supporting a couple of large vines and wisteria, all tangled up together!

The grass, or should I say ground cover weeds, are now burnt to a crisp brown, so the vine leaves are a nice green contrast.  These hills, whilst brown from the sun, retain their colour with the vines and the silver green of the olive trees.

We were told to expect heavy rain this last week but nothing happened.  We always know when water is low in the streams and lakes, because the bees are swarming over Farty Barty’s water bowl for a drink.  We have to carefully scoop out the ones that have got too wet, so they can dry out and fly away again!

A shady path under the fruit trees, leading to the Olive Grove.

A shady path under the fruit trees, leading to the Olive Grove.
Photo P Finnigan

We are very fortunate to have many fir and cypress trees in our garden, that provide plenty of shade for both the villa and garden.  Temperatures are around thirty-five degrees at present and tree shade is very important; a brolly alone is insufficient.

August is proving to be busier than expected in our Local village of Fiano.  Saturdays are the changeover days for most of the Agriturismi (Farms with accommodation) and the hotels.  I went for my usual espresso coffee fix and there were quite a few strangers wandering through the village.  Over coffee, at Laura’s cafe/Alimentari, a lovely Italian lady spent five minutes trying to get me to say her name correctly which is Grazianna.  the trouble is, we northern Europeans simply cannot roll our rrrrr’s sufficiently to get the correct sound.  I got my own back by asking her to pronounce June.  Not pronouncing the vowel at the end of a word is the most difficult thing for an Italian.  consequently, I am usually called Juni!

The charismatic Silvio Berlusconi

The charismatic Silvio Berlusconi

And so to the gorgeous Silvio.  Wikipedia has updated its profile for Silvio Berlusconi to ‘Is an Italian Politician, entrepreneur, media tycoon and convicted fraudster, who served three times as Prime Minister of Italy’  It is interesting to note, where they have inserted ‘convicted fraudster’, tucked in above having served three times as Prime Minister.  Talk to any Italian in your local bar and they will always shrug their shoulders and say, that at least Italian politics is openly corrupt, unlike some governments in northern Europe!  I think it’s also time for Silvio to get busy planning to do nothing for a while, the only decision he needs to make is in which swimming pool should he float his time away, whilst under house arrest.   He can happily doze away, counting all the 5.7 billion euros he has admitted to owning, to help him go to sleep!  Poor man.

Well time to get ready to collect my man from the station after a hard week in London.  He’ll be delighted to know about all the nothing things I’ve listed for him to do during our holiday.

Salute & Amore June x

PS Don’t forget to check out http://www.firstpages.net for your holiday reading!  I recommend My Father, The Assassin’ by J W Finnigan.

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Another Sweltering Week, in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Life, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2013| Leave a Comment »

I am full of enthusiasm this morning, as I have so much to tell you about the last seven days in our lovely spot on the edge of Chianti.

Farty Barty stays out of reach on Vets day. Photo P Finnigan

Farty Barty stays out of reach on Vets day.
Photo P Finnigan

Yes, it’s true, my man and I, not forgetting Farty Barty the cat, are very lucky to be here and we celebrate this fact every evening with a nice chilled aperitivo on our upper terrace.  Yes, there is a lower terrace, otherwise we would not have an upper one would we?  On the subject of the garden and my man, you may recall that the latter has had an ongoing battle with the pretty dark red furry ones, that love to throw the sharp remains of pine nuts on his head.  Now the little devils  are eating the ripe figs!  We have yet to see the Pine Martens, but we know they get together with the squirrels at night, have midnight fig feasts, and leave us with nothing but small hard green ones.

Remaining hard green figs. Photo June Finnigan

Remaining hard green figs.
Photo June Finnigan

I don’t mind this at all, I like to think that the garden attracts all and sundry from the countryside.  My man thinks the squirrels may be eating the young courgettes too, however, I say that if you can’t see any tooth marks then it’s not them, but a sneaky wild pig (cinghiale) with a straight blade knife.   I have already talked a lot about the very noisy cicada, but with hand over my mouth and trying not to snigger, I must tell you that my man is also being dive bombed by these flying insects every time he walks under a tree!

Well enough of that.  Back in Fiano, our local village, the pensioners were queueing up for their pensions outside La Posta.  This is a first of the month event, and takes all morning to pay everyone out.  There is only room for four people inside, so the poor things have to queue outside in the hot sun.  I know most of these lovely people by sight and we always exchange ‘Buon Giorno’s’.  For some reason I stopped and asked (in Italian of course) a few familiar faces why they don’t have their pensions paid into the bank.  This was a silly thing to do and no sooner had I opened my mouth, I knew the answer.  Cash is king here in Italy.  The minute you bank anything it is taxed and it is up to you to claim it back if you think you are entitled to do so.  A few years ago I made the mistake of opening an account with one hundred euros.  I never got to use the account, then a several months later I received a statement  and  the whole balance  had been swallowed up by tax and bank charges!  Ouch….

It is the start of August, and here in Tuscany everything is winding down.  This is traditional, as all Italians, if they can afford it and many can’t this year, are packing up and leaving for the coast or the mountains where the air is cooler.  If you are reading this and intend coming to Tuscany this month, think again!  Eighty percent of shops, restaurants and bars close for at least two weeks in August and sometimes for the whole month.   We are already seeing  tourists wandering around what to them, must seem to be ghost towns and villages.    Poor Laura and her daughter in the Bar/Alimentare in Fiano, have been working in inside temperatures of forty-two degrees and are quite rightly closing in the afternoons.  We go there every morning for our Espresso coffee fix and yesterday my man had to bury his red face in the newspaper, because he had eaten the last Pasta di Marmellata and a disgruntled local wanted to know why it had not been kept back for him!

Bougainvillea with butterfly top right. photo June Finnigan

Bougainvillea with butterfly top right.
photo June Finnigan

And now to the subject of butterflies.  Yes, I am talking about those beautiful fluttering things that visit the flowers for their nectar.  I have been frantically trying to photograph a really big one, so that I can find out what it is and send you a picture.  But would you believe it, just when I think I have captured the perfect shot it waves good-bye and is off.  However, this has resulted in some lovely pictures of the Bougainvillea, which is winding its way up the bottom of a fir-tree from the lower terrace, so you can at least enjoy one of those.  If you strain your eyes, you might just see a bit of butterfly top right!  If you can identify it, please let me know.

Poor old Silvio Berlusconi has had a hard time this week.  In the empty court a carabiniere (policeman) got so bored after seven hours of waiting for the judges to return with their verdict, that he broke into a spontaneous dance and white-gloved moves apparently inspired by the Village People’s hit song YMCA.  It’s now hugely popular on YouTube!  You can smile at this, however, the final verdict was not even a tiny bit funny from Silvio’s point of view.  This is a very rich man, with many questionable connections and he likes pretty girls.  He has been Prime Minister of Italy three times and has a massive right-wing following.  According to some of the people in our local bar, he is the perfect target for jealous left-wing politicians and judges.  When seeking election some years ago Silvio quoted ”Out of love for Italy, I felt I had to save it from the left.”  So, whatever your point of view, as Silvio declared in May 2010 ‘As prime Minister, I never had the feeling that I was in power…..’  No picture today as he is currently looking too sad.  But watch this space, he’ll be back!

Well it’s time for a relaxing aperitivo and then lunch at ‘C’era Una Volta’ in Lucardo.

Have a good week and do get in touch.

Salute June x

PS To read the first four chapters of my novel ‘My Father, The Assassin’ go to http://www.firstchapters.net

 

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Still Famous in Fiano, in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2013| 2 Comments »

Ciao Ragazzi and welcome to all my lovely new followers,

Today I am talking about Still being Famous in Fiano, Local Book Sales, The Mother Who Got Home for Christmas, An Old Signora & Her Dining Chair, No Newspapers in the Cafe Bar & Sig Rotund,  My Man & The Squirrels, A Visit to Montalcino, Cicadas, Concert Withdrawal symptoms and not to forget the sad, but gorgeous Silvio Berlusconi.

My current Novel

My current Novel

Yes, I am still famous in Fiano.  A lovely lady in the doctor’s waiting room asked me if I was the famous writer (in Italian of course).  She had seen my book in Milko’s cartolibreria in Fiano and asked if I could produce it in Italian.  She then rummaged in her bag and out came a well-thumbed thriller which she was delighted to show me!   Milko, that lovely engaging man, sold another book to an Englishman last week and I met three tourists who have promised to go and buy one!  No I’m not desperate, I just gently cruise up to people in the village and hypnotize them with my writer’s card…..

Amongst all my other writing things and with the help of my very talented niece who is doing the illustrations, I will be publishing  ‘The Mother who got Home for Christmas’ in the next couple of months.  This is a rhyming story for kiddies and I am really looking forward to seeing the proof.  I’ll keep you posted.

In this commune (Commune di Certaldo) a new system of refuge collection started a couple of years ago, which we hate.  So we take our rubbish to an adjacent commune on the way to the supermercato.  Whilst we were unloading last week, an old Signora was placed in the middle of the street on two cushions on her dining chair.  Firstly, we thought she was being put out as rubbish, however, she was actually waiting to be collected by la Misericordia to go for some medical check.  (La Misericordia is a very commendable service, run by medically trained volunteers, which takes the needy to their hospital appointments – and sometimes back home again.)  The ambulance arrived and the commotion of transferring the old dear to a wheelchair was unbelievable.  Her daughter was prizing the cushions out from under her, to put in the wheelchair and the old lady hovered in mid-air for what seemed an agonizing length of time.  Then the dining chair was removed and she was still in a sitting position!  The wheelchair slowly trundled over, pushed by another ancient relic, and got to her just before she ended up sitting in the street!  This may not sound funny to you, but if you had been watching this, you would have been in hysterics……..  Meanwhile the traffic queue was growing and, as always, Italians love to sound their horns!

Back at the Alimentare/Bar there have been no newspapers to read for four days.  Now Sig Rotund has got quite angry about this and he is a very important (and large) figure in Fiano.  There has been some hold up with deliveries and they are blaming poor Milko who should go down to Certaldo and get some.  My man also likes to read Il Tirenno so is equally unhappy, and I like to look at the bit in the back of La Nazione for any visiting rock bands.  If there are no papers today we may have to boycott the bar like Sig Rotund!                                

Leaf suspended by single thread in garden

Leaf suspended by single thread in garden

The weather here is now hot and dry, as it should be, and was a long  time coming.  We seemed to have missed spring and jumped directly from winter into summer.   I am very impressed with my man who has decided that the only way to get the garden up together, is to rise at six and work outside until our morning coffee trip at eight thirty!  This then avoids the hot sun, but unfortunately not the squirrels.  No, he’s not tripping over the pretty little dark red things, they are up in the pine trees eating the pine nuts and throwing the sharp inedible bits directly at the man!  I have actually witnessed this, so he is not exaggerating…..

Montalcino

Montalcino

Last Friday we took a much-needed day off from work (yes we do have a day job) and drove to Montalcino.  It was a lovely day out but the Citta was a mite disappointing.  It has a church at one end and a castle at the other, but no central piazza which to us is so important for a community.  The views are panoramic, we had a nice walk along the city walls and a good lunch.  So we did chill out, which is what it was all about anyway.

The real Cicada

The real Cicada

Isn’t it amazing that you can go for years believing you are right about something and then get proved completely wrong!  Now I am talking about Cicada’s;  those noisy flying insects that you can never see in the summer because their camouflage is so good.  For three years we had what we thought were cicadas wintering in our outside blinds at the old house.  We actually liked these insects that were big brown grasshopper looking things and were careful not to disturb them.  My man and I were enjoying our evening aperitivo last week and a cicada landed right in front of us, on a tree trunk and started chirping.  Gosh that’s very small I said to the man, perhaps it’s a young one.  So he got on his clever phone and found a picture.  Lo and behold, it was normal size and the big brown ones that we had been nurturing, turned out to be locusts!

The Rock Chick Band in rehearsal

The Rock Chick Band in rehearsal

It’s hard to believe that our rock concert was two weeks ago.  To compensate, my man has been playing Led Zeppelin very loudly and I have already started planning the next one!  Yes, it’s a bit of a flat time after singing my little heart out  with the band, however, these Chianti Hills are throbbing with live music most weekends and we can just relax in our garden and enjoy it.

Silvio- feel my muscle!

Silvio- “feel my muscle!”

And finally, has anyone seen or heard from our idol, Silvio Berlusconi?  Well there are whispers in the bar that he may be planning to do a runner with his twenty seven year old girlfriend.  (A mite old don’t you think?)  There have been masses of protests and just after his trial a number of his angry allies descended on a central Piazza in Rome to hold a protest under the banner ‘Siamo tutti puttane’ (We are all whores).  In advance of this demonstration the organiser Giuliano Ferrara, editor of the right-wing newspaper Il Foglio, filmed a video of himself applying lipstick!  So nothing unusual there then.

Well must go and organise cena and may you all have a fantastic week.

Ciao June x

PS  Click top right of this page, just below Blogroll, to view or buy  ‘My Father, The Assassin’.  Enjoy.

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The Rock Chick Band and a Great Party in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Well Hello to all my loyal and lovely new Followers –  let the fun begin,

Today I am talking about The Rock Chick Band, Great Friends & Groupies, Fun and Silliness over the weekend, A Contadino and his Ape, A good friend’s request for his Wake, The Racquet that Turned and of course the downfall of Silvio Berlusconi.

I want to thank the guys in the band for a tremendous performance and particularly Stefano Bartalesi (lead guitar and band leader) for his flawless electric guitar performance.  The lovely Paola, with legs up to her armpits, gave a great performance as our new backing singer, harmonizing and uhhuhing like a professional.  Thank you also to my man for doing the speaking bit at the beginning of Meat Loaf’s ‘You took the words right out of my mouth’ and for the large rose to fit my cleavage.  A huge hug goes to all our friends and family who came, despite the competition from other music festivals and concerts going on around the Chianti Hills.  I hope to post more fotos in future blogs as the people taking them, they know who they are, forgot to put their cameras on ‘night mode’!

Me and The Rock Chick Band (yes very dark)

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The following day we were a little slow to rise and when I ventured out into the fresh air, my sister-in-law was heard saying, ‘Well I looked up from the parsley and there was Paul pushing June on a sack-truck!’  Unfortunately she had a photo to prove it….O dio!  I think we may have also annoyed the neighbours, as immediately after the rehearsal, they let loose with a noisy strimmer.  I did give them invites, but hey ho, we made a lot more noise than they did!

A few days before, we were waiting in the petrol queue and this little old farmer (contadino) got out of his Ape (small three-wheeled vehicle and pronounced apay) and spent three whole minutes studying the pumps at close range, doing funny little head nods and swaying movements (Aka the English comedian and actor Norman wisdom, who was big in Albania).  We broke down with laughter and just as we were about to get out and assist him, the pump attendant came to his rescue.  Now this is the queue for self-service as the petrol is cheaper,  but he was being assisted anyway.  Meanwhile the queue was getting longer and longer.  Then, as one does, he rocked his vehicle to make sure the petrol was going down and asked for a drop more.  All this time he is swaying & nodding and we were having hysterics.  Then he opened the wrong door and got in,  got out again, scratched his head, stared at the ape and then walked round to the other door.  We were amazed when he actually managed to drive away without some further dilemma.  Oh, if only we had thought to film it….

Meanwhile, a good friend and musician was planning ahead for his proposed funeral party and he wants us all to have a really good time.  He also made a special request that a certain musician from the north, who he really dislikes and who will no doubt invite himself, may like to ‘accompany’ him on his final journey…..ha,ha!

Oh yes, last week I promised to post a limerick, which a wrote a few years ago after my man hit himself with his own tennis racket on Valentines Day.   The poor boy arrived home late with a single rose,  a pale face and a very convincing excuse!    I should have been really sympathetic, but I’m afraid that I see a lot of humour in mishaps, including my own!

The Racquet that Turned

 By June Finnigan

There was a young man called Paul

Who rushed for a high tennis ball

The racquet instead, hit him hard on the head

and now he’s not nearly so tall.

 

The nurse smiled and said “What a shame,

self-inflicted! Then you are to blame.

But please do not worry, t’will mend in a hurry

we’ll glue it to keep out the rain!”

 

For days Paul felt terribly glum

His head held together with gum,

After such a mishap, he’ll be wearing a cap

and the jokers will not spoil his fun!

 

Of course, there’s a moral to this.

When you run for the ball and then miss,

do not hit your own head, thrash your partner instead

for the blame is most certainly his!

And back to the real world….

The gorgeous Silvio Berlusconi

Silvio 020613Well, what about poor (if wealthy) Silvio.  Last Monday was decision day and he has received the much dreaded seven-year jail sentence and a lifetime ban from public office.  We think this is most unfair, particularly as the prosecutor only asked for six years!  The judges also failed to consider the cost of a penthouse, en-suite cell with resident hairdressers and make-up artists!  Of course there will be an appeal and he will remain free in the meantime.  Time for him to dig up all those gold bars supposedly buried in all the useless roundabouts that have appeared around the country over the last few years.  Only ‘bar’ talk, but well, nothing surprises us here in Italy.

Well, must head off to Montespertoli for our traditional aperitivo & then to ‘C’era Una Volta’ for pranzo.  Then tomorrow it’s back to the day job for few working days.

Buona Domenica June x

P.S.  I would love to have your comments on ‘My Father, The Assassin’.  To view or buy the book click the top right-hand bit below Blog Roll.  Also, if you have already read it, please return to Amazon and leave a review and  I’ll be eternally grateful.  I’m working hard on the follow-up novel, ‘The Bolivian Connection’  so watch this space….xx

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Home Alone and Sunshine in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Benvenuti to all my lovely followers, new and old,

Today I am talking about being Home Alone, Concentration or the lack of it, Eyes,  Election Boards, Secrets from a Tuscan Kitchen, a Beautiful Friend and scuttlebutt, Singing practice, Silvio Berlusconi (yes him) and The Rock Concert.

For a brief moment, we thought that summer had come and gone because last week we only had one day of sunshine.  But now, thank god, it is 29 degrees and the sky is the brightest of blues!

My Man and the Summer Sky

2013-05-11 pau lin gardenMy man went to London last Monday.  Sometimes we have to make an appearance for the sake of our business and the need to eat and drink.  This then left me home alone.  Well, you might say, make the most of the quiet and no cooking agenda.  Unfortunately, I am the dizzy one and he stops me from spinning all over the place.  Tuesday morning was the first crisis.  I knew my concentration had gone out the window when I started to mascara my glasses.  Then I drove to Fiano for my espresso fix and got asked, in Italian of course, how many eyes I had!  Now this chap is a regular joker, so I thought he was probably up to something.  I had put on my reading glasses to read La Republica, so not to be caught out I said ‘four’.  No,  he said and so I put my thinking cap on, which has never been a very good fit.  Eyes in the back of my head, I thought, so I said six, triumphantly!  No, came the reply from our friend, then he returned to his sporting pages and gently chuckled to himself.  Ready to leave, I put my sunglasses back on, my reading glasses in my bag and walked back to the Piazza.  I got in the car and adjusted the rear view mirror and would you believe it, my spare pair of sunglasses were on my head along with my glasses with the mascara smudge!  So the answer was eight, and nobody had pointed out my absent-mindedness, they just had a good laugh!  Numerous other things got confused and forgotten during the week, but this story could go on and on….  My man is back now, so things are a little calmer!

                                                              Very informative election boards in Fiano

Election boards fiano may 2013The election boards finally came down in Fiano,  so the non-government has obviously decided to muddle along with what they’ve got.  So nothing changes on that front.  It’s pretty pointless putting up these boards in the first place because, as you can see opposite, the Italian government  has nothing useful to say!

Secrets from my Tuscan kitchen by Judy Witts Francini – visit http://www.divinacucina.com

judys cookbookAlso on Tuesday I met a lovely lady called Judy Witts Francini who has a fabulous Tuscan cookbook, which you must buy.  Its called ‘Secrets from my Tuscan Kitchen’ and it is not just a gorgeous book to look at, it also contains the most wonderful Tuscan recipes.  We have lived in our current home for eighteen months and have never managed to chat with Judy, an American married to a Tuscan, and she lives next door!  It’s amazing how busy and very interesting people can pass in the night….

On Wednesday morning I met my tall, blond and beautiful friend from Bavaria for coffee.  She filled me in on all the ‘scuttlebutt’ from where I used to live.  It’s amazing how easy it would be to write a soap about a tiny hamlet (borgo) containing just four houses!  she also reminded me of a limerick, which I wrote a few years ago, called ‘The Racket that Turned’.  As Wimbledon is just around the corner, I’ll post it in my next blog – watch this space!

I was very good all week, stopping for singing practice every day, doing my brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs,  oooooooooooooooohs and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees with great gusto!   When I collected a prescription from my doctor’s surgery, the envelope contained a little note in English,  ‘I am longing to listen to your songs’ it said.  Yes I know, I’ve even invited our local medic!  But really, he is seriously into rock music and a very nice man.    And by the way, the person who said that I was overheard in the cafe bar shouting ‘ I need groupies, please come to my rock concert, I’ll pay you’,  is a rotten liar!  The garden is looking fabulous now and our concert guests on  Saturday will really enjoy it.  I certainly will!   If you are in Tuscany and would like to come email me at june.finnigan@virgin.net.

Silvio 020613I would love Silvio Berlusconi to come to our Rock Concert Party.  Can’t you just imagine it;  little Silvio bouncing up and down to ‘Your so Vain’ and ‘Forever Young’.  All the girlies would go wild and argue over who should be his dancing partner!   So what’s the latest from the courts?    Very little is being said at the moment other than Silvio quoting  ‘If you think you can scare me, you are very mistaken’, in Italian of course.   I suppose his confidence comes from being vertically challenged;  it’s difficult to spot him in a crowd.  I think he should be more afraid of all those girlies that offer him a wardrobe to hide in.

Well, enough of that.  We have guests arriving on Tuesday and I must get the house sorted.  My lovely English sister-in-law is our VIP guest as she is like a real sister to me.  She loves to rummage in cupboards and last year managed to find some Scholl shoe deodorant and spray it under her arms!  It did say deodorant on the container, but the rest was in Italian, of course.  Then she trimmed the bottom of our fly curtain and left it four inches short!  But we love her anyway.

Very, very excited now with only six days to go!

Salute June x

P.S. If you would like to view or buy my book,  ‘My Father, The Assassin’ click the top right of this page under blogroll.

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Summer has finally arrived in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Buon Giorno Ragazzi & a warm welcome to yet more Fabulous Followers,

Yes, summer has finally arrived here in Tuscany and what a relief it is.

2012-08 Upper terrace Pino-BacioToday I am talking about Fiano’s Preparations for Celebration and our local Characters, A Large American, Farty Barty, My Man & a Smashed Rear Windscreen, Silvio Berlusconi (yes him), our Rock Concert Rehearsal & ‘My Father, The Assassin’.

Our local village of Fiano is getting ready to celebrate La Festa di Prima Estate, basically the start of Summer.  Also, ’15 anni di Storia del G S Fiano con Cena in Piazza’, that  is 15 years of the History of Fiano with Supper in the Piazza on 21 June.  So it is all getting very hectic here.

A local character, who had best remain nameless, was telling us that a lovely lady in her sixties or seventies, who we see regularly, brought a large American into the Alimentare/Bar recently and now she is pregnant.  How recent this was, we are not sure, but she denies everything!  We are told lots of tall stories in Fiano….

I forgot to mention that whilst I was in England, my man had a little problem with Harry Honda the car.  A passing tractor managed to fire an old vine root, looking much like a fossilised dog’s head, straight through the rear windscreen! My man, sweating buckets and upping his blood pressure, chased the tractor across three large vineyards  waving the offending article above his head.  The driver calmly rang his boss who arrived, rang his own garage and arranged for the delivery of a new rear windscreen immediately!  This seemed too good to be true, but no, it was genuine and the new glass was fitted last Thursday at no cost!  However, we can hear lots of small pieces of glass rattling around inside the door.  Nothing a drop of Chianti won’t fix.

The offended vehicle and the offending article.

The offended vehicle the affending article, fossil thing

After two weeks of trying to catch Farty Barty the cat during vet opening hours,  we finally got him in the cage yesterday morning.   He always knows when something is up and has been arriving for food last thing at night!   He has now had his overdue jab, but looked very upset when the vet suggested snipping off his vital bits.   So, I doubt if we’ll see him again for at least five days when hunger will have him sneaking low profile into the kitchen at midnight!2012-07-30 18.47.48  My man has also been in defensive mode, clapping his hands over his own bits every time I pick up a kitchen knife or a pair of scissors!

I’ll be back in a minute;  I just want to check the latest on the gorgeous Silvio Berlusconi!  Mmmm, this will take a bit of reading, so I’ll  join my man for an aperitivo and come back later……….  Well hello again.   I’ve enjoyed a nice aperitivo & had lunch (pranzo) and can now tell you what is going on with our good friend Silvio.  I also visited his blog site and fan club site.  I’m sure he must visit the latter last thing every night so that he can feel loved and refreshed in the morning.  Well, the news from the courts is much the same; this time former dental hygienist, Nicole Minetti, claims she loved the ex-prime minister and never invited anyone to his Bunga Bunga parties.  Perhaps he was just after a good flossing!

Thursday evening was a final rehearsal for ‘The Rock Chick Band’s” concert party and despite my lack of practice, my voice seemed OK.  One high note was a bit difficult, however, Lorenzo the rhythm guitarist has an alto voice (or very tight jeans),  so worst ways he could cover for me!  We are getting very excited now, only two weeks to go and if you are in Tuscany and would like to come, email me at june.finnigan@virgin.net.

Well must go and plant some new rosemary and dead-head a few roses.  On the other hand, it might be aperitivo time again…..

have a great week and don’t forget to click top right of this page if you want to view or buy the book, ‘My Father, the Assassin’.

Ciao June x

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How to be Very Famous in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Ciao Ragazzi and all my New Followers – welcome,

Well, I am very excited and can’t wait to tell you about my amazing book sales here in Tuscany.  I am also going to be talking about Milko, Silvio Berlusconi (remember him?), The Rock Chick Band, Cold Winds, Zucchini Plants and Snails and going to England.

Firstly, I am delighted that Milko the owner of our local Cartoleria (stationers) has already sold two of my novels ‘My Father, The Assassin’.  One to a lady from Finland and the other to our local doctor, who speaks a little English.  As the book is only currently in English, this is quite an achievement!  So well done Milko!  We saw a couple of German tourists today, so hopefully more English speaking people will be passing through soon!

The very handsome Milko and his book display in Fiano!

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Things are hotting up with our plans for the next Rock Chick Band concert in our lovely garden.  My lead guitarist and mentor, Stefano Bartalesi, is checking that I am practicing and we will be having a rehearsal with the two backing singers and rhythm guitarist in two weeks time.  My alarm goes at noon everyday to remind me to do a half hour singing practice before pranzo (lunch), however,  I am so side tracked by work and book marketing that I don’t always achieve this.  But don’t tell Stefano.  My plan is to practice like crazy during the two weeks run up and to soothe my throat with some lovely Chianti from Claudio Corbinelli’s vineyard!  If you are in Tuscany on the 22nd June and would like an invite to this private concert party, email me at june.finnigan@virgin.net.

So what is the latest from the gorgeous Silvio Berlusconi?  Mama Mia, Ilda Boccassini, prosecutor, has been sent threats including a letter with two bullets, her office said.  Well, what can we say, Silvio has such a huge fan club that they could have come from a little granny or a seventeen year old dancer, who knows?  Silvio claims he is the victim of a campaign by left-wing magistrates.  Look him in the eye and tell me what you think!

We have been coming up with all sorts of ways, short of stepping on them which sometimes cannot be avoided, to keep the snails off our zucchini (courgette) plants.  We collect bucket fulls and throw them, one at a time, in a gentle arc into the olive grove which gives them a second chance.  However, if you come out at dusk you will find them trooping back up to the garden in convoy.  Whilst the plants are small enough, we have them inside plastic bottles overnight and coffee dregs around the bases.  Please don’t suggest any chemical deterrents; our local plant shop gave me some crystals to sprinkle around and I was heartbroken to find the tiny plants eaten and the snails belly up!  Never again….

The weather has been wet, cold and windy, so my going to England tomorrow will not make any difference to my wardrobe.   Arrgh, you might say and I agree with you.  However, I must make an appearance from time to time and will be networking and promoting my company, http://www.hoareworth.com, whilst handing out lots of cards for ‘My Father, The Assassin’.  I read recently, that an American writer hit record novel sales because her husband was handing out cards on all his business trips!  My man (bless him) also does that, and I shall do the same this next week.  I will be back next Saturday so will send you my next post on Sunday 2nd June.

Have a great weekend.  June xx

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Rain, Rain and more Rain in Beautiful Tuscany

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Ciao Ragazzi and  big welcome to all my new followers,

My apologies for being a day late, but there has been a lot of fun and excitement this last week.  Today I am talking about a Shifting Villa, Bunga Bunga Parties with the gorgeous Silvio, the Mille Miglia, Harry Honda, Farty Barty, ‘My Father, The Assassin’ and Rain, Rain, Rain.

A couple of weeks ago all the internal doors on the east side of the villa started squeaking and dragging the ground.  So last Saturday my man got his big Jemmy and some oil and asked me which doors he should tackle.  To our amazement they had all returned to normal.  We mentioned this strange phenomenon in the cafe bar at Fiano and everyone shrugged and said it was normale in these hills.  The ground below the villa had probably shifted a fraction and then moved back a week later.  Signore Rotund (not his real name) told us how his house had formed a crack as wide as his fist, a big plump fist, and a few weeks later it had closed up again!  We were also told, in Italian of course, that our house had been in the same place for 200 years and that they knew of several that had moved as far as the next village!

The big excitement of the week was our joining the Mille Miglia race for the leg between Poggibonsi and Tavernelle.  This is an annual event that has wonderful classic cars road racing from southern to northern Italy with stops for picnics and vino.  What a thrill it is to be nose to tail with Bentleys, Alpha Romeos and Lamborghini!  What  was that you said?  Oh, our car….Er, well it is called Harry Honda and if I was being honest with you I would admit to our having ‘accidentally’ got caught up in the race for the fourth time.  But don’t you just love it when the crowds wave to you!

Farty Barty, our grey tiger cat, got a reprieve yesterday.  We had borrowed a cat box to take him to the vet for his jabs and the little gate fell off before we even got him to the car, so he made a dash for it!  Well who can blame him.  He’s suffered worse and still returned to be fed.  When we moved house he returned to his old one and waited for us to go back and feed him.  Now, we are reliably informed, he visits his old friends, and probably children, on a regular basis.

Farty Barty

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So, what has the lovely Silvio Burlesconi been up to.  The courts are currently going over has past life and his love of Bunga Bunga parties.  Apparently the girlies all dressed up as Nuns and then did a striptease!  If he had wanted the real thing he could have just popped next door into the Vatican City!

Well, I have ordered a carton of my book, ‘My Father, The Assassin’ from the publisher as I have worked out that I can make a bigger profit if I buy in bulk and sell them to the tourists.  The only problem is that the tourists are still thin on the ground in Fiano, however, a neighbour did spot one yesterday!  If you are in the area and would like a signed copy, let me know!

The weather has been awful and I feel really sorry for the visitors.  However, when the sun comes out it is blissfully hot.  We are going to take a chance and head off to Montespertoli for our traditional Sunday cocktail in the main Piazza and to watch the world go by.  We might then drop into one of our local restaurants ‘C’era Una Volta’ (Once upon a time) at Lucardo for lunch.  Hey, the sun has just come out so we are off….salute.

Buona Domenica and see you next weekend xx

Here is the direct link for my novel ‘My Father, The Assassin’ by J W Finnigan.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Father-The-Assassin-Finnigan/dp/1481904396/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358800225&sr=8-1

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