A super-quick one today, as I’m back in Italy after my holiday in the UK.
The house is full of grown up children (we’re five adults and an infant at the moment), which means shopping, cooking, and washing up, not to mention taxiing Roomie to and from her distant kindergarten and, um, actually trying to earn a living.
My wife was pleased to see me home.
In the car this morning, with my eldest and Roomie in the back seats, she noted that it was nice to hear me cursing at the other drivers, after ten days of just her and the little one.
Turn lights (indicators in the UK) were briefly in fashion in Bologna, but they now seem to be yesterday’s thing, so roundabouts (traffic circles in the USA) are hazardous.
Worse, the concept of selecting the inside or outside lane on a roundabout, according to where you plan to leave it, never took off at all, so every junction is a stressful guessing game, a sort of Russian roulette, though with worse odds.
My language is colorful, but I swear in English, so as not to pollute Roomie’s innocent ears.
Earlier in the summer I had my own personal plague of tiger mosquitoes (their bites bring me up in large, itchy lumps), and so was rushing around the house yelling “Zanzare bastarde!” while clapping my hands together violently in mid-air in an effort to exterminate them all.
Within a day or so Roomie had picked that up and was joining in the game with enthusiasm, even when no insects were around, to the perplexity of neighbors and kindergarten staff.
Though her speech isn’t yet always intelligible, my wife insisted I switch to “Zanzare birichine!” (Naughty mosquitoes!), to be on the safe side. Or yell in English, as in the car.
So there you have it, I’ve been up for hours, have barely started my work ‘to do’ list, and there’s a mountain of housework to get through.
Hence this link to today’s episode from our Summer series, “e basta!”
The previous twenty-two articles in this series, along with the entire Summer Series from 2020 and 2021, are linked to from our History page.
Did you read/listen to Tuesday’s FREE bulletin of ‘easy’ Italian news?
And now that I’m back to the old routine, I also managed the news headlines in Swedish, so roughly thirty minutes of radio while returning from dropping Roomie at her kindergarten.
Monday, I resume my Swedish conversation lessons, too.
Summer was good, but the ‘rientro’ offers its own satisfactions!