No I'm not going to start this post with 'Oh dear it's been so long...' because I really must stop doing that. However to recap, my love affair with Twitter was very short lived - I realised I can't function in soundbites every five minutes, and it was all too clever dicky for me anyway.
So I'm still waiting. Waiting for this interminable, cold miserable winter to end. Waiting to get rich, waiting to wake up as Monica Belluci, waiting to read the next book that will take my breath away, waiting for the right time to fly home and spend loads of money.
I haven't been on a plane in over a year and you know something, I really miss flying, even if the trip back here last time was somewhat historic- not being able to grasp, at 4.30 am, how to use the check in machine and actually faking whiney and old ( not that it was an Oscar winning stretch for me) when it came to paying for the inevitable excess baggage.( Ah, but those Ikea curtains were worth it) Now, today, as I sit here, I cannot believe that the words '..But I haven't got any money..' actually shot out of my mouth. And my nose didn't grow an inch either. What on earth possessed me to tell such a huge filthy lie? And what must I have looked and sounded like for that woman to let me off? I detest dishonesty, cheating of any sort makes me really angry, so what happened? When I related this top tale in my hall of shame to a friend on my return he burst out laughing and said 'You see, Francesca? You've become a real Italian!'. He's Italian too, so that makes it ok.
I haven't become so Italian that I can drink the tea though - it'll have to be two tea bags per cup until I can get on that plane back to blighty and get stocked up. It needs to be soon because we are scraping the bottom of the Bisto tin and that can't be allowed to continue..........
Today's pic is a real hoot - here's hippie-ish me back in the day before computers, cell phones and digital cameras when I thought long hair was all that. I was on holiday in Broadstairs with Nan and I fell in love for a few minutes with a young,married man, who I realise now must have fallen in love with me for a few minutes - because if not, what was that sweet kiss all about? Well yes, looking at that photo, it could have been pity I suppose.
