I have started German classes. Leaving aside the fact that the only one I can fit into my stupid schedule is on a Tuesday from 08.00-09.30 I am quite excited about this. I am studying at the Osterreich Institut (since I mainly will be reading things to do with Austria, in my ultimate objective of studying both sides of the war). There are only 6 of us in the class and we will be breakfasting together, Germanically.
I have also joined a gym. This is less exciting than the German, and probably harder work, but better for me. The gym instructor is a short, enormously stocky and heavily tattooed laziale to whom CB blithely revealed my footballing orientation. If I die of a heart-attack on a treadmill you know why.
Rome is still unseasonably hot - sandals and tshirt weather - and I was kept awake half the night by tormenting mosquitoes. Grr.