OK, I’m suffering a bit of a language crisis here. All this conjugation of French verbs has left me bereft in sea of multilingualism in Italy. I’m so confused I don’t know what is coming out of my mouth: French, Italian, English… not than anyone could understand me before anyway 🙂 Florence looks very promising shopping-wise however so this could be a very good visit (although not so much for my bank account – err… what’s left anyway). Mind you, we were lucky to get here. I can’t believe we managed to get on the wrong train again so soon after our Lyon disaster*.

Xmas lunch is going to be interesting, but we should manage to cobble something together. Well, I say we, but I think we all know by now that Chris will be the master chef in this oven-less kitchen. Just one thing: Emma DO NOT ring me at 6am xmas morning. Remember the 7 hour time difference and a merry xmas will be had by all.

*a yet to be documented adventure involving a station siding in the middle of nowhere, a pub with really bad wine and a raucous choir. Ohh. and let’s not forget the drum.