A FLUFF REVOLUTION

Mr Star looked at the moon and knew the solstice was near
Luna came out of her kennel and let her coat shine under the night sky
Together they eloped without turning back
Together they returned happy and relaxed

Some two months later, three puppies are born

Want one?!


Mr Star brings back pigeons as presents.


Luna with her three puppies back inside her kennel

LA BELLA STAGIONE

The Romans built the Strada Basolata that snakes its way up and down Italy from the capital. A segment of that amazing road branches off behind Cortona whilst another intersection takes it over to Mercatale, where the estate agent's office is.

On Sunday, whilst the main square was buzzing with tourists (mainly Americans), the Basolata was amazingly quiet, with only a scattering of butterflies and flowers.


Spies planted microphones along the way.


But we had out own radio controlled device.


Ok, it was over 35degrees, not the best temperature for a walk, so we eventually retreated to Casa Alessandra for a dip in the pool.


An this is an artichoke!!

MADRID

Our Sevillian spring mini-break mutated into a long weekend in Madrid. First we bounced around Fiumicino long-stay car park and had to pay 18 euro for a 6 minute stay (anything over 5 madame - if you know someone that works there, please strangle them for me). Then we dashed around the tarmac and over the sea to Spain. Tapas, canas, chorizo, serrano, many many gay prostitutes later, we celebrated Real Madrid winning the league - in a town that really did not seem that bothered. Yes, there were a few people hanging from traffic lights and David Beckham was there with his kiddies, but no, there was nothing like an Italian frenzy. Chanting "campeones, campeones" (Fabio CapeLo and Cannavaro were there, so we were allowed) we made it back through the most beautiful airport I have seen in a long while. Viva Espana!

WHAT FOOTBALL IS ABOUT...


and the easy answer to that question is food. lots and lots of food. complemented by even more drink.


its also about being totally stupid and publishing pictures you would prefer the world not to see...


I also have the suspicion it is about... men being boys?!


finally, its all about sticking together, for better and for worse, especially when wearing stripy shirts.

(these were all tributes to the last dinner of the season at the Locanda della Mercanzia and to the post-last-match-pizza at the Pellicano pub)

SAUSAGES NEVER COME ALONE

They usually come hand in hand with birthdays - and on this instance it was mine!!

So on the place of the kill, where Hannibal got rid of thousands of Romans, we lit a fire, grilled meat and scattered more bones.

Then we played football against the local saints and danced until the rain threatened to make the ipod explode.

I would say that we kicked off the bbq season in style!





BBQ car - portable always and easy to ignite


George W would have been proud of our attempts to "smoke'em out"


The No Dribble competition took place at 4pm


Someone got very spoilt this year and now has a groovy new camera!