After a day pootling around in Mildred our Fiat Panda P.O.S, we settled on food at a local establishment, which is very friendly and serves a demon rosemary steak.

Whilst enjoying our meal 6 of our colonial cousins descended on the place, complete with name badges, celebrating one of the battle axe’s 50th wedding anniversary. What a crotchety old bunch. The service was “appalling” because the only waitress had not wiped the old dears brow when they came in. Next one professed to speak fluent italian and would order for everyone, providing the numbers didn’t exceed uno or due. “I’d like uno tagliatelle é due salad and would also like aqua fizzy”, oh well at least they tried. Next was the explanation to her troop that the aqua fizzy (or aqua frizzante as it is known), is different to normal water because it’s less sweet. No love, it’s less sweet cos you ain’t got heaps of auger tipped in it! Then you simply must try the Brusketta (close but it’s bruschetta) .oh the food was served for them but the salad wasn’t quite right and the lasagnes was “too cheesy”. Gees how these people manage to wipe their ass is amazing.

Still nothing as much fun as watching these people, provides superb meal entertainment.

Then back to be bombarded by flying monsters at the villa, with a rather large chianti.