"Can I have your phone number?" I was volunteering in San Severino's beautiful main square (which isn't square at all, but oval) during a boring jangly folky concert and this guy turned up. He seemed to have something to do with my organisation (I later found out he's a fully-fledged member, unlike me) but… Continue reading Italian men, again
I've never been one to spend too much time (ie: money!) at the local beauty salon. Before Corona, I admit, I would go to the flamboyant Estetica Ametista for a few French manicures (I ❤ French manicures) the odd pedicure, and I enjoyed regular bikini waxes too (if 'enjoy' can be associated with a Brazilian… Continue reading Self care
Last night, Muzzer gave a start: my car!!, she exclaimed. We'd all forgotten the Muzzer Mobile had been being serviced at the garage and needed picking up. Oh well. I'd just changed out of my nice dress into dingy home sweats, but secure in the knowledge that no-one would be seeing me in all my… Continue reading Life never stops, does it?
Muzzer's birthday rolled round, and we all went to the beach. I wasn't without a sense of trepidation. I've read so many awful accounts of what this virus can do and how easily it appears to spread that I had to throw up my virtual spiritual arms and concede defeat before I'd even got into… Continue reading Beach time
The other day I did something new: a friend who has a recording studio asked if I'd record a song. Yes, I sang into a mic, and it was just like this one, except it wasn't an overhead model, but ... I don't have the beard!! My friend with the recording studio hasn't been… Continue reading Audition