always running away from pilgrim infestation as I am. So let's update on my mono-obsession....the pilgrims.
Miracle water can cause cancer. Curing magic water ...carcinogenic, Holy water contains high levels of pesiticide.
Well that put a bit of a spoke in the wheels. FAR less pilgrims. Being made to walk down here not drive, they had to park in a field well up the road from us.
I almost dare hope. this will be over before the swallows leave.
The biggest surprise was the presence of the Protezione Civile, we had a six man presence, all volunteers, policing events.
Silver linings - I have lost five kilos from stress and not eating. I have realised that I have put down roots so will really let myself go and commit to the house and do it how I want it instead of the best way to make it saleable. Did I mention I have lost five kilos ?
I have started smoking again, after 2 years of not. But I got some 4mg niccorette today so will knock that on the head fast.
In fact the worst thing that happened today was being woken up by pilgrims yelling their inconsiderate heads off at 5.45 this morning. However that has to be put in the context that I did actually sleep, so improvement I say.
My owl called to me. She is back. I cried. I am pathetic. But I love that owl, she makes delinquent teenage baby owls who are dirty stop outs and can be spotted sitting on signposts at lunchtime looking bleary but defiant.
Apparently Ivo spent all his "donations" and then some on huge tubing so he could fill in the irrigation ditches and make even more money from "parking fees " in a couple of fields near the "magic water" but the Park police that I called put a stop to it and now all he has to show for his efforts at guruhood are some non refundable, enormous pipes, an award for being the "neighbour from hell" 2009 and a few incensed former pilgrims who fed their loved ones cancer causing water talking legal action.
Tomorrow is threatening huge storms so maybe we won't even get the much worried about influx from the sanctuary after mass. (ETA - far fewer from the local church came, the priest is getting through to most of them in his sermons, but loads and loads from other parts of Italy came)
So here endeth the post before I grab a small glass or wine and smoke a million fags to guarantee the required sore throat to aid "giving up again, you twit for having fallen back into the habit, now you'll be sorry". I end with a prayer.
Dear God that I don't believe in unless on a plane gripping the seat arm with very white knuckles waiting for the turbulence to stop, I think the lesson you wanted me to learn from the plague of pilgrims is that my written Italian for the purpose of protest is quite shocking, on this point I might concede that you have a point. So, if I promise to work on my auxiliary verbs and double constanants and refrain from turning single men into gaggles of females in the space of three sentences will you please lay off on at least the pilgrims coming down to dip their lottery ticket into the pool under the tap ? Thank you for your kind attention in this matter.
PS - thank you for the eye candy in the form of the red headed Carabinieri from Gropello , although i felt it was a bit unfair to send him when I was in the middle of replumbing, drenched and dirty whilst very whiffy from pilgrim induced stress sweat.
Next time can he come when I am Lilly Lolo-ed to the hilt and in the green dress from Next and the grey high heels, preferable on a day when it is not to hot for those tummy sucking in knickers I got from Marks and Spencers.