For the past month or so I’ve had a little gadget on the desktop which tells me the temperature in jolly ol’ Bedford UK and compares this with the scorching temperatures in dazzling, sun-soaked Tuscany. Invariably the temperatures have been laughably dissimilar and side-splittingly poignant because for those past few weeks I’ve been sneering and scoffing at the diametrically opposed degrees and quite simply dizzy with the excitement of leaving one for the other.
Oh, more fool she who gets dizzy and scoffs and sneers and who clearly cannot wait for the holiday in a five star luxury resort that she’s been planning and saving up for and spending money on for the past 12 months... more the fool….and more to come…let me just put the fourth wash on of the day and regroup a little more and then make sure you’re sitting well and truly comfortable for a story you’ll understandably imagine I’ve just made up. For fun. For the helluvit. (Cue ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ tune – remember that?) You won’t believe it. Seriously.