…From Liv'pool to Florence via Rome,
It's oh, so nice to go trav'lin'
But it's so much nicer, yes, it's so much nicer to come home.
The tea's a lot better for a start. Well, better in the sense that tea actually exists in Blighty. They don't seem to have heard of it over there. And the cups of coffee are really tiny. God alone knows how they managed to knock an empire together.
Anyway, Jen and I are back from Italy, and the stuff we've been up to, you won't believe me: swearing at dead popes; encountering famous thesps; narrowly escaping assassination by nuns; gorping gawping at Galileo's finger; playing the Sistine Chapel game; coming to the inevitable conclusion that our Saviour was ginger. So much stuff. I am now officially a Renaissance man.
I'll fill you in on some of the details over the next few days, but I promise not to make you wade through through any of the 600+ 900+ photos I took.
Well, maybe just one or two.
But first, time for another cup of tea. I have some serious catching up to do.
Oh, and thanks for all the kind words while I was off, by the way. Serves me right, I suppose.