Sunday, September 14, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
vecchio/a - old
I've been busy decluttering today, it seems to be my standard response when I need to change things in my life. It's amazing how much stuff I've accumulated in the time I've been here. I've always been a hoarder, and I'm reluctant to throw things away, but sometimes it just gets to the point where you have to. I collected two binbags of old things to throw away, and I'm feeling much better for it!
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Day 31: A relaxing Saturday afternoon.
Day 32: Weekly weigh-in and it's all going well!
Day 33: Got some more jewellery making materials in the post.
Day 34: Big box of beach stuff from ASOS!
Day 35: Starting to work with my new beads.
Day 36: Time to feed my Kindle some new books!
Day 37: Tucking into my new book...
Day 38: Getting my hair done!
Day 39: Sunday morning yoga.
Day 40: The walk home with nobody around.
Day 41: Sometimes I'm really really really happy to have the whole bed to myself.
Day 42: Not my fault, honest!
Day 43: A sunny evening at last.
Day 44: Officially on holiday!!
Day 45: Brokenass radio is tuned to Deejay listening to the wonderful Laura and Rudy!
Day 46: Breakfast!
Day 47: Picking up a couple of books for my beach holiday.
Day 48: Time to get cracking with the packing!
Day 49: Almost ready to go!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
Last night I was tossing and turning in bed until around 1am. In the light of day i can't even remember what triggered it, but I started compiling a list in my head of the different types of Italian men I've had the rather dubious pleasure of meeting over the last six years. And here's the outcome.
1) Those who decide that you're not pretty and so don't deserve a second of your time. You can forget manners, these will flat-out ignore you, even if they're working behind a bar.
2) The eternal child who wants a second mother. (Simply calling them mammoni would be too easy.)
3) The serial cheaters. (And those who do nothing but boast about it. Karma will bite you on the arse one day. )
4) The middle-aged/old men who do nothing but stare. And stare. And stare. (Their tiny minds can't grasp the concept of being subtle.)
5) Those who immediately lose interest once they discover you speak Italian.
6) Those who immediately lose interest once they discover that you're not just here temporarily.
7) Those who can't see beyond your hair colour. (I recently got chased down the street by a male chugger going 'Bionda! Biondina!')
8) Those who constantly dish out compliments to anything with a pulse, even if it gets them absolutely nowhere.
9) Men old enough to be your dad who follow you down the street like a lost dog going 'Bella, bella, bella'. (It's the only word their brain has room for.)
10) The lecherous old men who have NO shame (see Berlusconi).
In short, don't trust the stereotypes that we hear abroad. Yes, maybe about 0.01% of Italian men are actually decent human beings, and I'm fortunate to know some of them. But the remaining 99.9% not so much.