Tuesday, February 17
Where were we? Aah...the school closed down for a week so that they could repair the roof. I found out by chance, reading a notice in the local bar. So I dashed back home, booked last minute tickets back to England and flew home with Skye the next day. Only to arrive just in time for the heaviest snowfall in 18 years, which had us trapped in the house, unable to use the car for a couple of days. And all the schools in England closed down too.
Finally we dug ourselves out of the snowdrifts and slipped and skidded off down the road to take Skye ice-skating for her birthday. All her presents had been left behind in Italy but she was surprisingly grown up about it. We enjoyed a pleasant week luxuriating in the warmth of a centrally heated house (what an amazing invention! When will it arrive in Italy?), exclaiming in delight over the huge array of goods in the supermarkets (“Look! They have carrots AND bananas, and more than 4 types of cereal!!!), and becoming accustomed to sinking into big slushy puddles disguised as bits of wet pavement.
On hearing that the school had re-opened and was now less unlikely to crumble into a heap of rubble we reluctantly packed our bags again and returned to Italy.
We return to find icy temperatures, not unlike those in the UK, the difference being that those icy temperatures are also inside the house due to lack of central heating. Our trusty gas heater is cranked up to maximum power but does little to cut through the cold, because Italians love to build rooms with extraordinarily high ceilings, and as most of us know; heat rises. Also to ease us back into Italian life our internet connection stopped working, the ATM machine stopped working and the only bar in town that was open, was , in fact closed .
at 9:42 AM