Last night in Rome. I was bitten by a dog a couple of days ago. It was sitting on a woman's lap, so I stroked it - the dog not the lap. I managed to get most of my hand out of its mouth, but the thumb was the last digit to exit, so took the full wrath of the tiny mutt. Everyone laughed except the dog.
Later on, I walked up the steps of a restaurant and smashed my head against the very low metal shutter with such a noise that everyone looked round, expecting to see me on the pavement, covered in blood. It sounded worse than it was, and nobody believed me when I said it didn't hurt.
Just got back from the Pantheon - it's quite large, you know. All this stuff makes the Bath baths look very puny indeed.
The position of this keyboard, the design of the keyboard, the heat and stress and the low chair has turned my blogging style into Rachel's, so I had better stop - too much like hard work.
Saturday - A better day today - things get into proportion when you have slept on them I find. When I opened the curtains this morning it was to thick fog and altho...
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