Musica ribelle is by Eugenio Finardi, and is from 1976.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
I'm actually nearly on time! Here's my latest round-up of the 365 Days of Happy challenge.
Day 91: Omnomnom blackcurrant
Day 91: Omnomnom blackcurrant
Day 92: Home.
Day 93: At the Deejay Village in preparation for Sunday's race.
Day 94: A meal with friends.
Day 95: Delicious Sunday lunch.
Day 96: Time to relax.
Day 97: Happy to be out of the rain.
Day 98: Pretty new jumper!
Day 99: Another Boots order!
Day 100: Coffee break,
Day 101: Another cheeky glass of wine...
Day 102: Sunday treat!
Day 103: Monday night wine...
Day 104: My shiny new Converse!
Day 105: Pyjamassss
Day 106: Gorgeous earrings made by my very talented friend Monica.
Day 107: I can finally put my feet up...
Day 108: Sunday morning coffee.
Day 109: Sunday treat - vanilla flavoured Greek yogurt.
Day 110: After 5 hours' sleep, finally back in bed...
Day 111: Shopping at H&M
Day 112: A bit of a strange supper to celebrate my Italianniversary
Day 113: I was getting ready to go out late at night...
Day 114: ... to go and visit the nightshift at Deejay!
Day 115: Mission winter coat!
Day 116: I love Lush!
Day 117: Love this book.
Day 118: Caffè al ginseng.
Day 119: Breaking out the big fluffy dressing gown!
Day 120: Treating myself to some goodies from New Look.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
It doesn't take much to figure out what allergia translates as.
So those delicious more I ate over the weekend? Well, it turns out I'm allergic.
Yesterday I woke up with a rash, nausea, and a headache. More than anything, I was amazed at the rash, it had shown up overnight and it wasn't even itchy. And it wasn't all over my body either, just my stomach and chest. Nowhere else. I wasn't overly worried, I have sensitive skin and have had reactions to allsorts over the years - but even so, this was on a whole other level. I couldn't ignore it and went to the doctor's in the afternoon.
My GP's pretty cool, he's got the biggest CD collection I've ever seen, and he's always got something like Pink Floyd playing in his surgery. Monday afternoon is the only session he has when you don't have to make an appointment, and I was amazed to only find one person in the waiting room when I arrived!
So after being prodded and examined and having my lungs listened to, the doctor's diagnosis confirmed my doubts, I was allergic to blackberries. I also have to avoid raspberries - which is no problem as I very rarely eat them - and strawberries! Strawberries! I love strawberries. But I had been lucky, the reaction hadn't spread to my lungs or liver.
Today I've still got the angry red rash, but overall I'm feeling better. I've got my medicine that I was prescribed, tablets (compresse) for about a week, and drops (gocce) for two weeks (which taste disgusting!).
Is this what happens when a country girl moves to a big city in a foreign country?