... the accusation that I'm just out here dossing about and having a good time (cheeky bastards know who they are) it's undeniable that a good time is being had.
On Saturday I went with my flatmates L & M to the local Thai restaurant, which is extremely good, and on to a local bar afterwards. When we staggered home after wine, beer & grappa di rosa at about 4am, L suddenly said, why don't we go to Viterbo to the hot springs? Well, why not? there's a spot where there are some pools open to the public and you can go in even at night. Some, er, stimulants later, and off we went. We arrived by 6, in time to watch the dawn from the hot water with a bottle of red. Home by 11am and off to bed. Happy days.
Of course in England I would never in a million years have consented to get in a car driven by someone clearly over the limit and drive for an hour and half. Nor would most people suggest it. And it's not to my credit, but I think other people living here would agree with me, that it's one of those things that one somehow grows to accept with time. Not least since you'd not have any sort of social life otherwise. I know that's no excuse and especially stupid, but that's how it is here, I'm afraid. Soberly and on reflection this worries me. Tipsily and watching the sun rise whilst lying in a natural hot spring surrounded by verdant countryside it was hard to care.