And home again.Met by Carlo at the airport and whisked off to his Mammas house, before even dropping the suitcases off at home, I was immediately made to sit down in front of a huge plate of pasta, as if a week in England must have nearly starved me to death.
I arrived just in time to find Skye feverish and glassy-eyed with what I hope is only man-flu, tucked up in bed and in need of Mummy-love. I wrap her in a blanket and let her watch a film, curled up on the sofa with the cats. Outside the temperature is balmy compared to England. I've brought back a few boxes of pots and bottles for balms and oils and need to find somewhere to store them. Now, if I could get rid of all the wool I have stored away, I would have loads of cupboard space. I wonder if I've got the willpower to make a blanket?