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Ciao Amici

I know, you are anticipating a lengthy post all about our fantastic Rock Concert weekend, however, please forgive me for postponing this report until next weekend as I have only just got my internet connection back.  Our lovely visitors (they know who they are and we still love them) managed to zap a whole months Tim internet connection in one long weekend, so we will be better prepared next time!

The Rock Chick Band warming up Photo P Finnigan

The Rock Chick Band warming up
Photo P Finnigan

So here is a little taste and you can look forward to my full post next weekend.

Amore June xx

 

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Benvenuto to all my New and Loyal Followers

Yesterday was Father’s Day and we set off for the local town of Tavernelle to meet our beautiful daughter and grandchildren for coffee and aperitivi.  They all looked wonderful, glowing with sunshine and olive oil skins.  It is my birthday on 23rd June and my daughter has booked my man and I in for lunch at the five-star restaurant in the Borga di San Pietro near Siena next weekend.  http://www.borgosanpietro.com  She is the Hotel’s PR and publicity agent and apparently we will be rubbing shoulders with even better known celebrities than ourselves!  This was a lovely surprise, thank you darling girl x.  Later over lunch my man, who is a well-travelled ex-military guy, and I raised a glass and he said “To family, whoever and wherever they are around the World!”  Don’t ask………

Aeron Smith New Zealand Photo Martin Hunter/Getty Images

Aeron Smith New Zealand
Photo Martin Hunter/Getty Images

My man was very excited to find that Caffe Solferino in the main piazza of Certaldo, has sky television and so we are able to watch England vs New Zealand rugby test matches on Saturday mornings.  However, with the onset of the football world cup, they have moved the TV wiring outside into the smoking area so the calcio mad Italians can watch it on a big screen at midnight!  Despite this, we can still watch the rugby even though it is a little too light outside to get the best picture in the mornings.

The countryside is incredibly noisy at present.  Tractors are constantly passing the villa, loads of tourists are cruising past to see the view and on Saturday we had a convoy of open top vintage porches, the passengers of which may not have appreciated the dusty track conditions that surround us in dry weather.  We are also near a blind bend, and rather than slow down the Italians take it wide and fast, tooting loudly just in case!  But we don’t care about that, life iz good, life iz now……  We have had some much-needed, if thundery, rain over the last few days which will dampen it down a bit, however, the forecast for my concert weekend on 28th June, is looking very good indeed – hurrah!

Grilled asparagus with parmesan from recipe book.

Grilled asparagus with parmesan from on-line recipe.

In Certaldo last Saturday, I picked up some lovely fresh slim asparagus which I shall roast or grill in olive oil.  Now, I know many of you are very good cooks, but I am not.  I only discovered a recipe recently which included grilling these lovely things, I was amazed and its so easy!  Easy is the operative word.  I am so busy working and writing that I never seem to find any time to do creative cooking.  I adore good food, but must admit, I prefer to let someone else do the cooking.  However, whilst my man is fantastic at everything else, he does not cook…..  So, I have to do it if randomly!  Many of you will know that buying locally grown fruit and veg in Tuscany is a wonderful thing.  Also, local cheeses, yummy.  So at least I can stock up on salads and easy cook veg.

I will update you on Silvio Berlusconi in two weeks time, as the next two weekends will be full of guests arriving and the Rock Concert Party.  So do forgive me if I only send you a brief note during this time.  I will be sending out concert invite reminders this weekend, so if you are in Tuscany on 28th and do not have an invite, drop me a line at june.finnigan@virgin.net – I need groupies!

Have a great week and its back to the office for me.

Salute June x

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Ciao to all my Loyal and New Followers

A Gift from The Frenchmen Phot J Finnigan

A Gift from The Frenchmen
Photo J Finnigan

I can’t think why it happens, but every time my man goes to London, my doorbell rings and there are two men standing outside the gate wanting to talk to me.  I am very security conscious, that is why I hang out of the first floor bathroom window to check who’s calling.  Now, these two were not up to the standards of the Armani Men that visited a few weeks ago.  T-shirts and shorts with a desperate look on their faces.  Mmmm, I thought, who are these suspicious looking characters.  Then the slightly taller one spoke in French.  I am a terrible sucker for the French accent (look up Laurent Dupont in my novel ‘My Father, The Assassin’) and immediately my guard dropped.  But wait, careful girl, I told myself, ask if they speak English.  So I did, and one did but badly, however, hearing that Frenchman trying to speak English set my knees wobbling.  “We are staying next door in the condominium and we have overslept.  Now we will not get to Pisa airport on time!  There is no phone signal and we need to ring Ryanair.  Can we use your phone?”  So, I open the front door and decide to deal with the Frenchies through my locked security gate.  “Er, we have these boarding passes but there is no phone number, could you ring the airport?”  So, as one does, I go up to my desk  and look up the number for both Pisa airport and Ryanair, then go back down with my Samsung phone so they can make a call.  Aarrrgh, heavy raindrops start hitting us, so I reach inside the front door for the golf brolly and cover the three of us each side of the gate.  “Sacra blue” the taller one hands me the phone and a message is asking whether we want Italian or English, I plump for English.  Then a recorded message is asking all sorts of daft questions, so I realise if I am to help the Frenchies I must make a tactical decision.  Either I take them up to my computer which I have recently moved into the bedroom for the lovely view,  or I try to transfer their flights myself and it is all in French, or I ask if they have a computer with them.  If the latter I would need to give them my password for my internet connection!  They rush next door and come back in the pouring rain with a hand-held computer and I decide that giving them my password is the lesser of three evils.  The shorter one immediately gets a link and they jump for joy!  They say that they have wives and children next door who will be so happy.  I say yes, I have a printer so they can email me their new boarding passes.  So off they go, and I am left with a prong of the brolly wedged into the side of the gate in pouring rain.  Dammit, I curse, bloody Frenchies!  So I leap the gap from the brolly to the door and press the release for the security gate and the brolly is free, but my feet are soaking wet…..  Fifteen minutes later I am handing them the printed boarding passes, so all was well.  The following morning I open the front door and there hanging from the gate is a bag containing a bottle of wine, and a very good one too!  They do say you should never trust a Frenchman bearing gifts, however…………….

June's fitness regime.

June’s fitness regime.

As most of you will already know, it is the run up to my next Garden Party Rock Concert and I’m really delighted to know that I will be meeting some of you for the first time that evening.  Last week I got together with Stefano my lead guitarist and Paola my backing singer, to sort out the keys for the five new songs in the repertoire.  My man will be attaching a new stage light to one of our trees, so the lighting should be far better this time, and we are turning the frame of the winter pollytunnel into a rug-covered bedouin type tent full of cushions and teddy bears for the small children to have fun in.  Our concert parties are very Italian and all ages are welcome.  If you are in Tuscany on the 28th June and would like an invite email me at june.finnigan@virgin.net.  Meanwhile, I am having to get myself fit in both body and voice.  As regards the former, I thought you might like a copy of my fitness regime.

Meanwhile, back at Laura’s cafe bar/alimentare, my man and I are enjoying our morning coffee.  “It says here, that a 102 year old has recently been operated on by a seventy-five year old surgeon!”  My man shows me the picture in the Il Terrano newspaper.  “Gosh, did the old boy survive it?” I ask.  “Yes, they both did….” he replies.   I laugh; my man does come out with some corkers sometimes.  I say that I am really looking forward to his sister coming to stay and that we get on so well, “That’s because you share the same nemesis” he grins and returns to his paper.  Then a great gust of wind hits us from the open door as a big muscley blond guy walks in wearing a sleeveless T-shirt.  “Gosh, did you see that” my man whispers, “His knuckles weren’t exactly scraping the floor, but nigh on….”  I clench my lips and try to look normal.  Then our local Pizza Restuarant owner walks in with a Japanese student who is here to study the art of making the perfect Italian pizza.  He did not have a word of Italian or English, however, we understood that he is going to be opening a pizzeria in Japan.  The mind boggles….!

berlusconi

Silvio being interviewed by Jeremy Paxman Photo Washington Post

So what of our Adonis Silvio Berlusconi.  The world press seem to be losing interest, but not the Italians.  Consensus has it that if SB was legally allowed to be in government, he would have been re-elected by now.  Did you see the interview he had with Jeremy Paxman?  It seems that JP is retiring and he wanted to go out with a really good interview, so he chose Silvio!

JB – Do you have a particular problem with Angela Merkel and is it true you called her an un………lard-ass?

SB – No, I have never had any problems with Angela Merkel.  In twenty years of politics I have never insulted anyone!

Then later in the interview on Beppe Grillo….SB said “His behaviour reminds me of some of the most bloody and dangerous characters in history.  He has things in common with Robespierre, Stalin and Pol Pot!”

So, I get it, Silvio never insults anyone, he just states what he believes to be the truth.  Interesting……..

Well, enough of that and its time to organise aperitivi in our very hot and sunny upper terrace with my man.

Thanks again for reading and do drop me a line.  Also don’t forget to visit my author site at http://www.amazon.com/author/junefinnigan

Amore June x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Benvenuto to all my New and Loyal Followers

Over coffee in Fiano this morning my man let out a groan.  “Well, that just about sums up the Eurovision Song Contest!”  He thrusts La Nazione newspaper at me and there on the front page is the winner, a stunning drag queen in glittery dress, long dark wig and a full black beard…….mmmmm.  This is the sort of thing that makes front page news in Italy!

june at microphone

The Rock Chick Band Archive Photo

Yes, it’s that time of year again; the run up to my next Rock Concert.  This means lots of singing practice to get my croaking voice back into shape.  As a courtesy to my neighbours, I shut the windows and outer doors as the voice exercises I need to do, could have them ringing the police or ambulance if they were to hear me!  Meanwhile, my man goes out into the garden with Farty Barty the cat, or he shuts himself in his studio with his radio up full blast.  Now, I do not want you to think that my voice is not up to the challenge again.  Each year, it gets a little deeper which is apparently normal for aging Rock singers (e.g. Blondie), so I have to check with my lead guitarist that we are still using the correct keys.  We have added five new songs to the repertoire this year:  Paint it Black – Rolling Stones, Broken Crown – Mumford and Sons, If I needed Someone – Eric Clapton/George Harrison, Parisienne Walkways – Gary Moore/Phil Lynott and Woodstock – Mathews Southern Comfort.  My choice of songs are simply ones I love, I can manage to sing them and there are great instrumentals for an acoustic band and in particular, Stefano’s fabulous guitar playing.  If you would like a personal invite for the concert on 28th June in Tuscany, email june.finnigan@virgin.net

Earlier this week, my man and I went off to a posh clinic in Empoli, so that he could check out that all his vital organs were working OK.  I sat in a very nice waiting area, playing scrabble on my Kindle – as one does, and got chatting to a family who had taken a picture of a burning bus on the FPLI (the fast dual carriageway between Florence and Pisa).  Italians can be a bit on the gruesome side; just visit some of the religious art exhibitions or Greve in Chianti’s piazza for a nasty statue of a bleeding torso, to see what I’m talking about.  My man returned with an envelope containing pictures of his insides for taking to our local doctore, the rock music loving Flavio.  “Did you understand everything the specialist said?”  “I think so,” he smirked, “I may have a little stone on the kidney, which is nothing to worry about, or she gave me ten minutes to live…”  “Bastard” I hissed.

Back at Laura’s bar/alimentare in Fiano, there is a big stock of charcoal for the outside grills in all the local gardens.  This is also the time of year for the weekenders to arrive and to start firing up their barbies.  Our immediate weekend neighbours come up from Certaldo and cram themselves under a tiny car port to play ping-pong.  If I ever mention the Ping-Pong family, you will know who I mean.  Also new in the village, is a clever electronic hawk screeching machine which is designed to stop the birds nesting in the roof of the latest modern apartment building.  Amazingly, despite its volume, the locals continue their conversations as if it’s not happening! Oh yes, and our Moroccan street seller has brand new stock.  Everything appears to be in the original wrappers and not a clothes peg mark on anything!

Male  Redstart Photo National Geographic

Male Redstart
Photo National Geographic

Yesterday, Sunday, we met with lovely friends for a cocktail in the piazza at Montespertoli.  She is a glamorous eighty-nine and looks twenty years younger and her toyboy husband (a world-renowned photographer) at only eighty-three, still looks as if he could return to the game of Calcio Storica (historical rugby) in Florence, without a problem.  She was telling me that as an English women in her twenties, she arrived in Milan to dance with a ballet troupe and never looked back.  A fascinating and relaxing get together indeed.  We returned to our garden to be greeted by our new resident Redstart which has been acting very friendly and curious, just like a Robin.

Silvio Berlusconi

Silvio looks enthusiastic as he arrives for his first day of Social Work. Photo Oliver Morin/AFP/Getty Images

Meanwhile, the undaunted Silvio Berlusconi has started his four hours a week community service at a home for Alzheimer’s patients near Milan.  He has apparently spent ten days learning about the disease and may even help with one to one feeding of patients.  This will be a challenge, according to the head of a hospice, as the patients often have to be reminded that they are eating.  SB said, “I think in the end I will stay longer than I have to – I have a big surprise ready!”  Mmmm, does he mean that he may forget to leave?  He may be trying to forget that his political party Forza Italia is only third in the running for the European elections; poor Silvio.

Well, I must forge on.  I have a column to write and a working week in the business to attend to.

Have a great week and do get in touch.

Amore June x

PS Son’t forget to visit my author site at http://www.amazon.com/author/junefinnigan or to read the first four chapters of ‘My Father, The Assassin’ go to http://www.firstchapters.net

 

 

 

 

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Fiorentino in strange crouching position. Photo Official Website

Fiorentina in strange crouching position.
Photo Official Website

Easter morning in our local village of Fiano and like every other self-respecting Italian, Laura has closed her bar/alimentari for the Festa.  So we repair to the other bar, Caffe La Piazzetta, in the piazza where it is sunny enough to sit outside and watch the world go by.  The village was very quiet, even subdued, then the man reminded me that the Fiorentina (Florence) football team lost their match the day before.  The football results always affects the mood in the village.

The tourist invasion starts at Easter and the advance guard were five Russian men at a nearby table.  I studied these characters and noted that the leader was a bit of a loudmouth.  The others consisted of a humorist, a silent old boy, an idoliser and a bored one.  The latter went into the bar and came out with some hair of the dog to try to liven things up.  I gazed around the piazza, which is really a car park.  The big horse-chestnut trees were sprouting their first blossoms and what with the wintered in brollies now being up, it was all very relaxing.  Then I saw my man stiffen as four aliens arrived in bright skin-tight dayglow outfits and oval hard hats, floating on bicycles.  Their strangely clad feet made tapping noises as they walked into the bar, to check which planet they had landed on.  They did not stay long, and left sucking on tubes stuck into plastic bottles.  My man shook his head, “Ha, look at that, only pansies have mudguards on the back of their bikes….”

Buratta con Verdura Grilliata

Buratta con verdure Grilliate

Later, over lunch at ‘C’era Una Volta’ in Lucardo, the ristorante is full.  Paolo had saved us our favourite corner spot so that we could people watch again.  “Gosh, look over there, the last time I saw an outfit like that it was worn by  a member of The Who Band in the early 70’s,” my man hooted.  He was right; a beautiful purple trouser suit with flared trousers, black shiny cuban heeled ankle boots and a matching scarf thrown around the neck.  Make-up had been carefully applied and the hair was big and sprayed carefully into place.  The eighty plus year old Nonna was stunning.   “To your left June…” my man was nudging me, “Those two are the Italian version of Absolutely Fabulous!”  I tried not to laugh out loud, as he was spot on again.  Patsy and friend (please remind me of the friend’s name) were posturing two tables down to my left.  Hair and faces were almost identical to the TV stars and the clothes were so seventies.  I was starting to really enjoy myself.  I dug into my wonderful dish of Buratta con verdure Grilliate and sighed with contentment.

Earlier, over cocktails in Montespertoli, we had spotted a thirty something male with a pony tail in silver lame suit and black silk scarf, several smart jacketed ladies in tight jeans, leopard skin stilettos and matching handbags.  And the Crew-Cut Family, all ladies and three generations walking in twos, arms linked with matching black crew-cuts.  The parade from church is always fascinating.

Easter Monday, the family invaded and our granddaughter stayed on for two nights.  The grandson was recovering from a bout of asthma, so went home with Mum and Dad.  He is fine now.  My Man went to London on the Tuesday so my beautiful nine-year old granddaughter and I, had some quality girls time and far too much chocolate!

Silvio gaffes again photo Huffington Post

Silvio gaffes again
photo Huffington Post

Oh dio, Silvio has gaffed again.  SB has provoked outrage, in suggesting that Germany did not acknowledge the existence of World War Two concentration camps!  Some say it was a swipe at his old foe Martin  Schulz, the German president of the European Parliament and the centre-left candidate to lead the EU Commission.  The two previously came head to head in 2003.  SB said that his own centre-right party would pick up around 20 percent support in the up and coming elections in May.  SB claimed that his original comments in 2003 were not meant to be insulting, suggesting that MS might like a part in a film, thinking of ‘Hogan’s Heros’ and the part of the stupid guard, Sergeant Schultz!  He had thought MS would have been flattered…….!  Oh Dio…….

So, its back to the drawing board for SB and the novel for me.  I would love to hear from you, so do drop me a line.  If you would like an invite to my Tuscan Rock Concert on 28 June email june.finnigan@virgin.net

Salute June x

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Benvenuto to all my Loyal and New followers

Now there is one thing I will say for the Italian Polizia, they take their work very seriously and  no way will they let you get away with anything, because they will find you!  More than three years ago, we were in Montecatini Terme and we stopped to ask a policeman for directions.  He pointed to the turning we should take, and gave us precise directions to the address we wanted.  We foolishly did as we were instructed.  Then last week a letter arrived  telling us that we had driven down and parked in a residents only street, had not paid our fine (which we never received) and with accrued interest we now had to pay 160 Euros or else!  My man and I were disgusted and recalled the time when we were in Venice on the water ferry.  At the last-minute, a Chinese couple jumped onto the ferry without tickets, and took the seats in front of us.  They were actually from London and it was the last day of their Italian holiday.  They tried to buy tickets from the ticket collector, but were angrily told to pay a 40 euro fine!  It was obvious that they had made a mistake, however, they only had ten Euros Left.  The collector called his colleague to witness his writing out a double  fine for 80 Euros, which had to be paid that day at the local police station.  And he said “If you do not pay this today we will find you, even in England or in China.”  The poor things were terrified!  Reluctantly, I decided to pay our fine, but only after I had visited the local police station and talked to a very unsympathetic  officer there.  It does not pay to get on the wrong side of these guys!

Don't mess with the Carabinieri! Photo Il Tabloid

Don’t mess with the Carabinieri!
Photo Il Tabloid

Back in our local village of Fiano, there was a visit from the carabinieri, and some smashed glass is still lying around in the piazza waiting to be cleared up.  We are trying to get the scuttlebutt on this, but everyone is strangely avoiding the subject.  Sig Rotund arrived at the Laura’s cafe bar in the morning, with one arm of his glasses missing and promptly sent one of his ‘lady friends’ outside to our local Moroccan street seller,  for a new pair of reading glasses.  He then sat reading his paper with a paper price sticker over the lens, until I  pointed it out.  Fiano’s Piazza  changes from a quiet village backwater to a night club atmosphere in the evenings, so this broken glass incident probably happened after dark.

Farty Barty exhausted on his kitchen chair. Photo P Finnigan

Farty Barty exhausted on his kitchen chair.
Photo P Finnigan

And now for even more news.  The ‘Poison Dwarf’, a local lady who is about four feet six and equally wide, actually smiled at me the other day, which knocked me sideways!  She is usually very loudly putting the world to rights and glares at us a very time she passes….Then the national computer system at the Post Office broke down on Pension day and the oldie queue in Fiano went right down the main road….  Meanwhile, as the temperature was dropping, we had a delivery of gas and were informed that the price had gone down, yes down….while all this is going on, Farty Barty the cat calls in occasionally for food and a sleep, as he is too preoccupied with the girlies to be bothered with conversation….  And finally, the rain seems to have stopped.  So some good, some bad news.  But we don’t care about the bad news.  Life eez good, Life eez now!

Enough of that.  I have mentioned before that I am not  a creative cook, however, I do try to keep my man happy.  A couple of days ago he said, “Lunch was really nice.”  “Well, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so the saying goes”, I replied.  “Mmm, it’s also the way to his intestines…..” He responded.  The moral to this is, if you are complimented on your cooking, just smile and say something like, “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.”  On the other hand, the last time I said that he replied, “That doesn’t mean I want to eat the same thing every day for the next two weeks!”  You have to feel sorry for him though, living with an eccentric writer who is also a rubbish cook!  Thank god for amore and good Italian restaurants!

Me at the microphone. Photo P Finnigan

Me at the microphone.
Photo P Finnigan

Finally, I’m sure you will be very excited to know that official invites are shortly going out for my Garden Rock Concert to be held on 28th June.  If you will be in Tuscany and would like an invite, send your email address to june.finnigan@virgin.net  as I am very keen to attract more groupies!

Well, I must crack on with ‘The Bolivian Connection’, which is getting very scary,  and will update you on the gorgeous Silvio next weekend.

Have a great week.

Amore June x

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The Upper Terrace at home. Photo P Finnigan

The Tuscan Office
Photo P Finnigan

As I write this blog, I am listening to a CD by a local Italian band called ‘Neuro’.  I bought it because I know two of the band members who live in Montespertoli and it is heavy metal/punk.  Now punk was not my thing in the past and still gives me the eebie jeebies, however, I will persevere through to the end!  I’ll let you know my verdict next week.

Well it was back to work last Monday and four days in the UK for me, whilst my man and Farty Barty the cat manned the Tuscan office.  I can honestly say that I find it quite impossible to come up with fun things to say about England, anyway you have logged in to read about life in Tuscany!  Traveling back on an early flight I was delighted to be sitting with two lovely ladies, Sarah from Exmoor and Shirley from Cardiff, both off to meet their men who are currently working in Tuscany.  We got on so well that we shared two small bottles of prosecco between us.  A sort of champagne breakfast!  Girls, I hope you are reading this, keep in touch….

The Rock Chick Band

Me and the Rock Chick Band

It was a great weekend back with my man and we enjoyed our traditional visit to Montespertoli on Sunday.  Glorious weather, icecream and prosecco in the Piazza; nothing like it.  We are both heavy metal fans and listened to some great rock music in the car and later at home.  I have since decided to add Gary Moore & Phil Lynott’s ‘Parisienne Walkways’ to my repertoire for next year’s garden rock concert party here in Tuscany.  The date for your diary is June 28th 2014, send me your email if you would like an invite.  june.finnigan@virgin.net

Meanwhile, back in our local village of Fiano, the newspapers were still not being delivered and we have discovered that the delivery agent has gone out of business.  Whilst the tourist industry is still surviving quite well, others are struggling and many businesses could not afford to take the traditional Ferragosto holiday this year.  However, our locals remain cheerful and greet us with the usual smile and ‘Buon Giorno’ or ‘Bondi’ each morning at coffee.

Eeyore, 'In his gloomy place'

Eeyore, ‘In his gloomy place’

Now my man had been home alone for four days and he was very much ‘in his gloomy place’ without a paper to read.  I did pick up a free Telegraph in Waitrose and a Times on the plane, so all was not completely lost!  He has now gone to London and we must hope that the local papers have arrived by the time he returns on Friday!

Benedetta and her lovely mama Laura at the Bar/Alimentari in Fiano

Laura and Benedetta at the Bar/Alimentari in Fiano
Photo J Finnigan

Laura at the Alimentari/Bar continues her struggle as, after a fleeting return by her daughter Benedetta who is recovering from a broken foot, she is manning the shop alone again.  However, her coffee is second to none and she is a lovely lady, so we will keep supporting her.

Things are returning to normal here in Tuscany as the shops, bars and restaurants re-open after the traditional holidays.  September is a really nice month, whilst still warm, it is the time of harvests and the vendemmia (grape harvest) will begin shortly.  The vineyards will be full of imported grape pickers and it’s not unusual to see coolie hats amongst the vines!  The countryside then becomes quite noisy with tractors & trailers lumbering past our villa, loaded high with luscious purple and green grapes.

I have just checked the news for Silvio, then came across another amazing story from the North of Italy.  As you are no doubt aware, the economy here is in a poor state and taxes on businesses pretty horrendous.  Fabrizio Pedroni, a factory owner near Modena, moved his factory and contents to Poland whilst the workers were away on holiday!  Why?  High Italian salaries, crippling taxes and dismal productivity rates.  He has not made a profit since 2008 and it was either get out quick, without the still strong unions getting wind, or ‘shoot himself in the head.’  What a to do!  I caught the end of a BBC interview ‘Hard Talk’ last night when the prime minister Enrico Letta promised to make things easier for Italian employees & employers.  Speriamo di si!  Meanwhile, the lovely Silvio Berlusconi has appealed to the Human Rights Court in Strasbourg over his ban from politics.  The thirty-three page appeal includes ‘It would deny the legitimate expectation of voters that he remain in office for the remainder of the legislative.’  I say, what about all his illegitimate ones?

Tuesday morning – I am finishing with a glassful of  very good news.  I have just come back from my morning coffee and Milko has only two of my books left to sell at the cartolibreria in Fiano, the newspaper delivery is back, so is Benedetta and the sun is shining after heavy rain!  Hurrah!

Sorry for the later than usual blog, however, I hope you enjoyed it and do get in touch!

Amore  June x

ps Check out http://www.firstchapters.com for your Autumn reading.  I have heard lots of people raving about ‘My Father, The Assassin’ by J W Finnigan!

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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

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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

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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

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