19.44
Casa Stella Maris, Caorle, Italy.
Rising at 03.00. Even this early the Minx was hiding, to jump out at me after a little less than three hours sleep. Then, as I was going out the door at 04.00, T had the energy to pull the Dead Wife gag, lying prostrate on the entrance hall floor as I went out the front door.
Early morning street I…
II...
… and into the KevinMobile…
Good journeying, arriving Heathrow T5 c. 05.45 and bag drop as the desk opened, speedying through security to Giraffe I…
II...
… and onto Gate A8…
… with also-speedy boarding to good seat…
Sleeping for most of the flight, landing early in foggy Venice c. 11.35. Big Al and Roberto D met me. Into the DuseMobile…
… sleeping most of the way to Caorle I…
II...
III...
… the outskirts of which resembled a ghost town. Thus, a seaside holidaying-town in January, even on the Med.
The Casa Stella Maris is a Franciscan retreat house I…
II...
III...
IV...
Fortunately, the vows of poverty do not include the prohibition of central heating and hot running water.
To lunch at 13.30. E-flurrying then most of the afternoon in bed, rising to a call from the Minx. WillyFred is home: he watched T’s performance on Splash in his lodgings, but turned his bottom to the screen when T came on, she reports.
Now, guitar in hand.
22.28 To dinner at 20.00…
… with nine adults and one young person around the tables.
One dessert was served el splatto! direct to the table. The suggestion was made that this should be put to one side for Director Nunez, arriving later. Hernan, Martin and Christian arrived c. 21.20, their flight delayed by the fog at Venice airport. No report yet on whether Hernan has enjoyed his dessert.
Computing and practising.
22.58 And enough.
Casa Stella Maris, Caorle, Italy.
Rising at 03.00. Even this early the Minx was hiding, to jump out at me after a little less than three hours sleep. Then, as I was going out the door at 04.00, T had the energy to pull the Dead Wife gag, lying prostrate on the entrance hall floor as I went out the front door.
Early morning street I…
II...
… and into the KevinMobile…
Good journeying, arriving Heathrow T5 c. 05.45 and bag drop as the desk opened, speedying through security to Giraffe I…
II...
… and onto Gate A8…
… with also-speedy boarding to good seat…
Sleeping for most of the flight, landing early in foggy Venice c. 11.35. Big Al and Roberto D met me. Into the DuseMobile…
… sleeping most of the way to Caorle I…
II...
III...
… the outskirts of which resembled a ghost town. Thus, a seaside holidaying-town in January, even on the Med.
The Casa Stella Maris is a Franciscan retreat house I…
II...
III...
IV...
Fortunately, the vows of poverty do not include the prohibition of central heating and hot running water.
To lunch at 13.30. E-flurrying then most of the afternoon in bed, rising to a call from the Minx. WillyFred is home: he watched T’s performance on Splash in his lodgings, but turned his bottom to the screen when T came on, she reports.
Now, guitar in hand.
22.28 To dinner at 20.00…
… with nine adults and one young person around the tables.
One dessert was served el splatto! direct to the table. The suggestion was made that this should be put to one side for Director Nunez, arriving later. Hernan, Martin and Christian arrived c. 21.20, their flight delayed by the fog at Venice airport. No report yet on whether Hernan has enjoyed his dessert.
Computing and practising.
22.58 And enough.
