Comings & Goings.

Laurie and Steve stayed with us from last Saturday until last Tuesday. They’d come over to put their daughter, Lizzie’s, house in Amandola on the market. Sunday lunch-time they treated us to ‘an excellent repast’ as Pooter would say - hang on, the whole business of writing a blog is pooterism for the 21st century:  I blog, therefore I am Pooter - at the Re Leone in Servigliano. Service as usual was lamentable but the food was good. It almost invariably is in Italy - even the shabbiest places turn out good nosh. The only exception we’ve ever found was on the Amalfi coast a couple of years ago. The hotel was quite posh - waiters in penguin suits - but they catered almost exclusively for the English. The owner’s grandfather must have gone over to the UK in the 50s and based the menu on what he found there. Tinned peas were prominent, drinkable coffee - in a land where,thank God, you won’t find a single Starbucks - absent.  On Monday Pat went over to England to babysit Quinn while Candy was away hosting her RNIB events. All went well until she got to Stansted yesterday and realised she’d still got Quinn’s car-seat in the back of the hire-car! 

However, this lapse was cancelled out by her managing to get us back on-line for the first time since the 6th. Hence I’m able to blog again. Ok, maybe she didn’t do so well.