… behind the closed doors of the EPP.
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Spent this afternoon moving “the big stuff” for which we had professional help from two alarming looking teenagers. (Removal men aren’t supposed to be younger than me! They’re supposed to be reassuringly middle-aged, and wear boiler suits, not track suits. They’re supposed to have anecdotes about the Duchess’s pianner, not lengthy phone conversations about getting their X-boxes on the internet!)
The day is rapidly approaching when we take up residence in our new des res. I have to move and reduce my kitchen and P has to build the bed and clean the bathroom. (Don’t look at me like that, he likes doing it.)
Not just us going to Italy — but also la famiglia Simpson.
A quick few snaps of cats in the Colloseum.
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EDIT: googling ‘gatti di roma‘ has thrown up this fascinating article, this page of Rome cat photos and this link to an Italian cat sanctuary.
And boy have we needed them today. My mental image of a quick trip to Rome in December was for a winter sun top-up. We didn’t get that on Friday as it rained gatti e cani non-stop. Today’s been much more like what I had in mind.
Queues from the entrance all the way round for miles. So, maybe next time. Ditto for the Basilica. So we went and did the castell del’Angelo instead.