A short one today, as I messed up and spent ages proofreading (and listening to) the wrong episode of our FREE Summer Series, then had to go do the correct one as well.
Also, we got up late this morning, after a disturbed night of vomiting, diarrhoea – what a horrible word to spell – and abdominal cramps, fortunately none of them affecting me personally, other than waking me up at two-thirty a.m.
So imagine my surprise when, having finally fired up my laptop, then figured out which episode of medieval history I actually should have been publishing, I got to read about the later escapades of the ‘famosissimo’ Emperor Federico II.
Yes, Fede, who we heard about on Wednesday. You remember – he was such an irritant to his contemporary rival, the pope, that he earned the title of ‘Antichrist’, though it didn’t seem to bother him much.
Unfortunately, after a long and fantastically successful stretch of emperoring and pope-baiting (n.b. if vomiting has only one ‘t’, I’ve decided that emperoring should have just a single ‘r’), the poor man expired of dysentery.
Federico II should have checked with the British NHS (National Health Service) website, which states that, assuming you rest, drink plenty of fluids, and absolutely refrain from bothering your overstretched local healthcare providers, dysentery will go away on its own.
Which must be reassuring to know, I’m sure, when you feel as if you’re being turned inside out and half your body weight has disappeared down the lavatory. I speak from painful experience…
And the communists?
Check out today’s episode, and Monday’s, to find out.
A lunedì, allora.