Good morning everyone. I am back. Oh yes. Flew back last night and it took me two hours to get home from Stansted airport. Oh the joy of low cost. The mini-break went very well. I arrived home late on Wednesday night, after stopping at a bar with my uncle for a coffee (as you do). Thursday was spent between the local Fiat dealer shop and my insurance company. More documents, more signatures, more money. But I was very happy. I couldn’t wait to pick up my car. Cousin Peppino and I went there on Friday morning. Do I tell you that he had to drive the car because, after 20 years of no driving, he wouldn’t trust me with it? Or that he was afraid I would run someone over? Or that, having chosen the most remote parking in town, he still had doubts whether I should be driving my car? Never mind vertical parking, it was a case of ‘oh nooo, you can’t do that’, ‘oh I wouldn’t do it like that, it’s not right’, ‘huh, you really want to be more careful when you do that, you know.’ Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Don’t you just hate smug drivers??? Now, he was right of course. I need driving lessons again. It’s imperative if a) I want to survive b) I don’t want to be charged with manslaughter. When I’ll find the time to book a set of 10 driving lessons, maybe in July? I need to. I am going back to Italy in August to redecorate my house and take the car back. Hmm, I am not sure how this latter part will work, you know. I have to think about that. Found a ferry that does Italy-Barcelona, then 6 hours’ drive on motorway to Bilbao, then the ferry Bilbao to Portsmouth, then drive to London. She says. And she can’t even manage to drive the car around her little town in Italy. See the problem, can’t do it on my own. Even after the driving lessons. Argghhh. By the way, I have named my car Carolina. It’s a sweet little name for a sweet Fiat 600 and actually, quite cute! I miss her already. She is in good hands, safely parked in my uncle’s garage until I can go and pick her up again in a few months. I miss her already, isn’t that weird. I only met her for 48 hours and I wish she was here in London. Arwww…. so, until we meet again Carolina. Oh yes, hopefully by that time I would have mastered the clutch. At the moment, the mention of the clutch gives me nightmares.
