Casa Stella Maris Caorle Italy
08.27
Casa Stella Maris, Caorle, Italy.
Rising 06.20 with less than five hours of sleep.
Morning Sitting at 07.15 in the Chapel: the Ballroom has been reconfigured and returned to its former condition, with pinball machine.
Breakfast at 08.00. Few around the table. Final words with Dr. Mike before he heads to Edinburgh, leaving at 09.00. My Front Door call is 09.30.
09.03 Two knocks on the door, with farewells.
Departures by the front door I…
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More packing…
11.25 Marco Polo Lounge, Venice Airport.
Punctually into the RobertoMobile…
Making sure we are leaving I…
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A gentle, straightforward drive to the airport. Roberto set off, returning to the house for prosecco with his pals a little later.
Into the BA Lounge…
… and strangely my camera has stopped working. Well, iPhone it is.
20.10 Bredonborough.
And, strangely, my camera began working again.
BA>London take-off c. 13.45…
Straightforward travelling to T5. Collection by Kevin in the borrowed KevinMobile...
The punctured and vandalised former KevinMobile is now likely to be scrapped. When Kevin returned in daylight to Bredonborough from Heathrow, in
my ratty old motor, he found two tyres on his vehicle had been slashed and the side of the van graffittied. The insurance company are contesting repair, on the basis that this is not economic. Well.
An e-mail, regarding the performance in Caorle, its consequences and repercussions.
Home c. 17.15…
The Minx was hiding behind the front door. As I loaded bags into the lobby, it was not until I closed the door that I found her, twitching with excitement at the skill of her surprise.
WillyFred has not been well, suffering from Rabbit Bottom, potentially a killer for this little creature. We have been preparing ourselves for the eventuality that Wilf might be flying away. T has been hand-feeding this Prince of his kind.
A walk down the garden I…
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Then to the bridge and across the fields I…
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Home! Yippee!
Into the Cellar for practising.
23.04 Good news! WillyFred has suddenly perked up. As if, suddenly, he is back in the World Of Playful WillyFred. Running, allowing himself to be adored and, more importantly, eating.
Now to make a fuss of my Wife.
