The Whenever

A few months ago, in a bid to stay in touch with the outside world - I don't get to see a lot of news, and that that I do see is focussed on Italy - I subscribed to the UK produced international magazine called The Week. It is supposed to be the best of UK and International news, all in one paper, and includes such favourites as 'It must be true, I read it in the tabloids' with the top tatt from the gutter press.
I figured that a weekly indulgence of news would let me have something to tuck into whilst drinking a cappuccino on a saturday morning, before heading for the market.
So the first edition arrived, and it was great. Then the second, ditto. Then nothing. The following week, nothing. Then I was away travelling for a few days with work. When I came back there were 5 copies waiting for me, one of which I have had the time to read. Then a gap of a few weeks then one day one copy arrived, then the next day another.
As time has gone on, I always like receiving the mag, but the timing is no more reliable. I can't help but thinking that here in Italy at least, the name, The Week, is a little optimistic!

Michaelangelo's David gets the Blues

An unusual event a work today. After many weeks of lobbying, we have arranged to have Michaelangelo's David lit up in blue to create awareness for Diabetes. The 14th is the International Day of Diabetes, and the International Diabetes Foundation has a programme where it 'Brings Light to Diabetes' - various monuments worldwide will be lit up blue to bring awareness to the condition.
As a rule, I don't write about work here - I have more than enough of writing about work at work! But this is something rather special, and a bit unusual, so warranted a mention.
One of my colleagues helped in taking some pics, there is one attached below.

Friday and Saturday the doors to the Accademia, David's home base, will be open to Florentines to witness this rather extraordinary thing. And maybe they should light him blue more often - in the snaps I have seen, he looks really spectacular.

Something fishy

Nadia, my young and highly glamorous Russian cleaner left me a cheery note tonight when I came home from work. All in Italian (her English is as good as my Russian!)
Cara Jo, (it read)
If you would like a supply of Beluga caviar, kindly let me know.
Bye!
Nadia
PS There is washing in the machine to hang on the line

It's a classic, and I have promised my sister that I will hang onto it...