22. Bed bugzzzi. (June 22)

The only men I attract by my appearance these days, are those with noisy machines. – mowers, tractors, builders and lorry drivers. Even the rubbish truck man made a comment after a near miss. I don’t think it was complimentary. But the hoteliers usually always shake my hand when I leave, which is sweet. My […]

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9. Poggio Pratelli. (June 4)

The evening was lilac with pink roses, from the high terrace of the village called Radda our glasses of red wine held up in the sun, and the moon floated like a white petal between them. A choir was singing in the church so we sat on a pew and closed our eyes for a […]

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