A returning private student of mine brought along this lovely candle today - something else to brighten my sitting room now that the Xmas decorations have been put away.
At the salon, Raffaele is delighted with his new mural.
At the salon, Raffaele is delighted with his new mural.
This morning I go to the chemist's and receive wonderful personal service. There are times when I long for a Boot's [large UK chemist chain] especially on a Saturday when all pharmacies except the "duty" one are closed. Yet today they cannot do enough for me and I am pleased.
The broccoli seller along my street has put a CD player on his lorry so now strains of Bocelli greet you as you pass. I really must buy some tomorrow; it is true that I cannot use up three carriers of broccoli very fast [you have to buy the amounts a roadside seller chooses to advertise] but the music entices me and the man deserves my custom!
My "water carrier" - the kind neighbour who always brings me a 6-litre pack of mineral water when he visits the supermarket - greets me effusively this morning, and Simi too. He is a policeman and looks very handsome in his uniform, reader!
It's January 11th and at lunch time it was warm enough to eat outside at the Altro Posto. Nobody mixes a gin and tonic like they can over there!
Oh, yes, I got paid today, too: "So what's remarkable about that?" you may ask. "You do a job and so you would expect to get paid, wouldn't you? " Well, yes and no, for this is Sicily , reader and sometimes people wonder if they will ever be paid for their labours . It is not unusual to have to wait a year for your remuneration! Therefore I am more than a little relieved...
So once again, I add up the bilancia [balance] in my unmathematical head and reflect upon how lucky I am to be here.
13 comments:
La vita è bella! Una buona giornata!
I'm glad Welshcakes. Sometimes the simple things can make up for the rest or at least ameliorate them.
I love broccoli - in anything. Make a soup, a casserole, a veggie platter, a sauce, or topped with a bit of parmessan on a baked potato. Surely one of those recipe books you have has lots of recipes for it. Or have a broccoli festa for your friends! Here's to your G & T - ;D
I am so pleased to read the water-carrying policeman has put in an appearance, a handsome one at that. And to read behind your words, that you are feeling so much better about life. It will get even better!
Liz once sent me a card - Waiting for the Best - and she was right.
Pay! Great!!
Now maybe you can think of something to set off that scarf.
I sense a real skip in your step again welchcakes. That's good!
Thanks, jmb. Days like this do help. Hi, Leslie. Thanks for the suggestions. A traditional thing to do would be to make focaccia filled with broccoli. I might do this and make lots of soup! Thanks, Shirl. Well, he does cheer me up! I'm OK now x Dragonstar, my thoughts exactly!! Thanks, marymary. Amazing what a little masculine attention can do for you!
Don't you just love it Welshcakes when a day comes together just right....again its often the small things that bring that contented feeling to ones heart...Kick back and enjoy it..
One of my 'work kids' would only have sauted broccoli for dinner...it wasnt a teen fad diet..she just loved broccoli and would have it with anything...
Ps...So love Raffaeles new mural, one would concluded that between his mural and his christmas tree he is a man of taste
Well, being paid is always good.
Life isn't so bad, really.
Hi, Abbey. I agree - sometimes the small thinga just coming together can make your day. Raff will be pleased when I tell him you like his mural! Ciao, Crushed. Yes, getting paid is always good!
I'm glad things are perking up, WL. Hope the sun's shining over there as well.
Thanks, WW. Lovely sunshine today. x
I think you should ask your water carrier if you may take a photo of him for the readers of your blog who want to see this kind (and handsome) man.
George loves broccoli beyond anything I think.
Oh, Liz, I lack the nerve! How intelligent George is, knowing broccoli is good for him! x
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