Greater love hath no man.....

(Leo reading The Pink Un when Norwich got promoted)

....than he who stays at home to look after one of her children while she jaunts off to the UK for a weekend with the other. We had planned a weekend in Norwich - all for Leo - he is desperate to see his Grandfather (my dad), watch a rugby match with him and be able to walk around Norwich wearing his Norwich City football scarf (he has just joined the Italian Canaries supporters club - there are now 12 members!) When we booked it was decided Thomas wouldn't come - he went in January and shouldn't really miss any more school and in any case what 16 year old wouldn't love a long weekend at home alone - we didn't know if Robert would be able to come but with the tickets only being 20 euro each it seemd daft not to book for him on the off chance he could get Monday off work - which he can - but now Thomas is poorly - not ill - just a bad cold and temperature but he got so ill in the summer following a cold that we don't want to risk it happening again - so tonight Leo and I fly to the UK and Robert will stay and keep an eye on Thomas. That's the official line - the unofficial line is that the weekend will entail us staying with my best friend from school (lots of chin wagging planned), we will see my dad who is COMPLETLY loopy (certified - and you should see the emails he has sent to the papers (2), the local radio and BBC Norfolk asking them all to do a piece on this 13 year old Italian Norwich City fan), we will see old family friends and then meet up with yet another girlfriend of mine from school..........so what do you reckon? official line? or unofficial line???

Speriamo bene.........

Where's Wally ??

The ''Wally'' in question being Robert - we were there, in our small way, in our piazza, with all those other women (and men and children) protesting all over Italy - and here's the proof....... and yes, Robert can see himself (and to be honest so can I) but I guess you can't - not even if I tell you he's wearing a red jacket right??

Well that's us done for then

Late one evening not long after we got together we were walking down one of those quite narrow, very cobbly Italian streets in the historic centre in Ravenna, all of a sudden a car (you've heard about Italian drivers I assume) raced down the road and very nearly 'clipped' us - both of us exclaimed, as you would, Robert came out with a 'F*** me!!!? and I came out with a 'Good Lord!' - it sort of sums up our relationship - despite what those researchers in Texas might think!!