I had my doubts when Ian told me we were nearing Eeni Mancini’s house – I’m not sure I’m seeing the best of Italy – but for now, I’ll trust his judgement.
Saying that, I accompanied Jonti on a recent documentary. He told me to re-order a sequence of a well-known British monarch leaving a photo shoot.
It’s good to be out of the country for a few weeks.
I’m feeling incredibly serene. If a stranger stopped me in the street and told me I positively glowed, I wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised. It might be Michael’s influence – he’s calming like lavender or gin. I’ve noticed Ian’s sweating less.
In every single one of these little man-made holes was a little lizard.
It was like a lizard hotel, although holiday choices for lizards would be fairly limited given their thermal requirements. Also, I don’t know if you can call it a holiday if you’re not sentient. You’d probably have to settle for ‘migration’.