All things Italian

Well Italy is becoming the place I thought it would be. The weather is beginning to resolve itself and the temperature has got to an exciting 17 degrees! I've been here for 4 months now and it has rained, a lot, but still the commentators for Andy's game on the weekend said the torrential rain was 'Cosi British'! They had a good old chuckle about it but really our rain may be consistent but it's consistently pathetic at least. Here the rain really has its say, as it probably doesn't know when it'll be popping in again!

In any case yesterday was beautiful and I really felt fab driving in the car back from the gym, a glow on my face and my window down. I met the girls there for an acqua class. No that doesn't mean we were surrounded by OAP's, in fact here acqua classes are no easy ride (as I was hoping my first time!). The girls and I shared a few 'ohh that's a bit hard' moments with one another. I wonder if they felt as bad as I did last night though crawling into bed at 9 pm, much to Andy's amusement....must ask them. Or not, it could be humiliating!

I had a dreadful nights sleep too. God knows if it's all that exercise giving me energy frankly my body could cash in on, given the exhaustion. It's not really what you want though is it, extra energy during the rest times, why can't my extra energy come during the day or when I want to stay up late and watch Peak Practice? Why do they put my favorite programs after 'Bed-time'! Takes me back to being 12 and wanting to watch 'Bottom', I sneaked it occasionally...only when Mum thought I'd already gone to bed! Anyway, it was therefore a necessity that I start my morning with reading my new book in a steaming hot bath, that my muscles were craving for. Seriously I was dreaming of suds and massages all night.

And this morning feeling slightly refreshed but still hankering to be horizontal I am committing to page the two ideas for shorts I had last night as I tried to doze off, always my most creative hour!

Ciao