Today I am sitting at the beach writing this blog, well aware that l am very behind schedule in my once a month missive. However in these few weeks we have been to the UK and returned here to buy my dream house. To say that l have been in love with this amazing building for 10 years is no exaggeration. For those of you who know me well, you already realise that patience is not my strong point. I don’t want things achieved, tomorrow or even today, but yesterday. However all go

I am sitting in the hairdressers, wondering what to tell you in this first blog. I am surrounded by short, stout ladies of uncertain age, who, before Angelo works his magic on them are sporting a badger stripe of grey in their otherwise jet black hair. The talk is of course about food. The making of foccacia and whether to make rascitelli or frizzule pasta for the Easter Sunday feast. Both are types of pasta made in other parts of Italy but have their own special name in our