What happens if you go off to Italy for two weeks…

I have been in Italy for two weeks and very good it was to be there. I’ll tell you about it later this week but, for now, just believe me that it is exceedingly pleasant to sit outside your own front door on a sunny (and hot) morning, under your own grape fine, with an excellent cup of espresso coffee. The only trouble was…

…unfortunately, when I returned last night, I saw that my garden had been having a wild old time while I was away. Time for some stern discipline, I think, with string and secateurs. I’ve already started on it and it feels good to be home.

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