Un Bel Weekend

Yes summer has come to visit but not stay it appears as it goes a little downhill next week again. Still 27C today and 30C tomorrow so mustn’t complain. Busy on the painting front today doing the walls white again and putting a coat of the garage as well. Paint is amazingly expensive here in Italy and so the locals water it to almost oblivion. Most ends up running down the wall and forming a puddle on the ground. I try not to go too mad but at just over £10 a litre for very very ordinary stuff it is a real temptation. Good weathershield stuff is well into the £20 a litre bracket and posh paint like Farrow and Ball is in the £45 range for a litre. I am lost as to why this is but it seems that anything that was considered a luxury and attracted the 55% luxury tax before Italy joined the EU just stayed at the same price even though the tax had to be abolished. Plastic is much the same and of course new cars are almost double the price in the UK just as they were when they had super tax on them years ago.

So while painting the garage my dear one said that there was something in the woodshed. I pretended not to hear her as there are normally some pretty scary things in the woodshed in Summer. Snakes come out of the woods behind the house looking for water and hide there as do scorpions and other lovelies. But she said it again. and so I went to look.

How about that the lyrics fit and it’s in Venice.  Well into the woodshed I went and could hear chirping from inside the wall. We had a birds nest in the brick and the neighbour’s cat was jumping around trying to figure out how it could catch it’s breakfast , hence the noise. I chased it out and the two birds resumed their feeding activities. So for the whole of the day I have guarded the nest keeping out all the various cats  while listening to Test Match special ( cricket) on the radio and painting. To do this meant coming down from the ladder each time grabbing a mop and giving chase.



there is one of the birds worm in beak. My reward from the two birds, the thank you they gave me for racing up and down ladders all day. Well it seems my car was under their flight path to and from the feeding ground and this is what they have done.



The car is covered from their ariel bombardment and on this just past the 70th anniversary of the Dambusters raid they clearly have some great bomb aimers like Johnny Johnson in that clip .

Roll up cats it’s dinner time !!

I am having a lesson in making orecchiette pasta tomorrow and will post how it is done. This is the ear shaped pasta so famous here in Puglia, it is one of the few pasta that Italians make by hand still, most other types are bought in the store but everyone reckons this needs to be home made. Let’s see what I can do to change that concept once they have tried mine .

Sometime ago I came across a song sung by Sophia Loren and was surprised she could sing . Well guys of my age will also remember Gina Lollobrigida and guess what she can sing too.



About hereinpuglia

Retired to Puglia after some 40 years in the travel industry working for P&O Lines, British Airways, Alamo rent-a-car,Abercrombie&Kent, owner of Quest Tours and Travel and finally with Thomas Cook North America. Married to Geraldine we now have a small house with too much land near the town of Martina Franca in Puglia. Two kids one married and living in Hong Kong and the other single and living in London. No dogs, no cats no animals.
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