Nothing/Everything Changes

It's been an intense few months. Italy failed to elect a government, so it picked itself amongst much wailing and gnashing of teeth. We've found the job market frustrating and nonsensical. I've jarred, shaken and bottled a variety of homemade spirits, following a housewives' '70's recipe book. Teaching has taken over my life and music is dozing on the back seat of the old Fiat. The weather has been decidedly average, which according to people here means a) it's my fault and b) I must be used to it. I've perfected the bemused look and shrug of the foreigner trying to keep up with the conversation. Summer has sputtered into life and the neighbours' tomato plants are striking upwards to the heavens. I've hardly done any cooking in over six months. Darn. So...

...a lot to write about, then!