Is there anybody out there?
Phew! We’ve just got back from 2 weeks in Italy so I apologize for the ‘long weekend’ comment from about a month ago. I hope that all three of you have not given up on me and my blog and emigrated to more creative spaces. Actually, I can’t really post anything substantial as Ten wants the laptop and the other computers are also in use at the moment, so I shall have to stop just about as I am getting started and go to Albert Heinous for some essential shopping instead.
If you are curious about our holiday, you could follow the link to ‘A Mass of Odds and Ends‘ on my blogroll and see exactly which part of Paradise we stayed in. You can also see a partial Husband pictured on the latest post and even my arm makes an appearance along with my stripey green T Shirt behind some flowers. That was Ferragosto, a huge national holiday in Italy celebrating, umm, not sure what, where we sat down to eat under the olive trees at 1:00 in the afternoon and rolled away from the table at midnight, sated and gorged.
As a late addition, here’s a photo of the beautiful olive tree that stood right outside our door and was the first thing I saw each morning on my way to the pool for my early-ish morning dip.
Oh, how I wish I were back there… but I’m not and I must relinquish the laptop now, so we will chat again at a later date.
Are You Receiving Me? 
Way back when our late lamented chicks were tiny fluffy things you wondered what fate awaited them … since you all left Oliveto the fox has struck and the occasional feather drifting past reminds us of how pretty they all were. I’m just glad that it happened after you had all left, so that you escaped seeing the dark side of Paradise!
Oh no – it sounds like Dante’s Inferno now!!
Are those your own gorgeous little chicks who feature on the blog or are they the kooky GM chicks who all shared the same brain? (One day when I went to look for rocket they all turned their beady eyes upon me in unison and then came running in step towards me clucking across their pen on the tomato side of their world, which did freak me out slightly…I never did find the rocket.) Actually, I think I know the answer to this question so you don’t really need to answer it. Sly Mr Fox is somewhat greedy – did he manage to pick the lock or was it during the day time?