Random

There is a car from one of the rival language schools parked under my window. I know it is them because they have the British (English? UK-ian?) flag printed in big on the top of it. This is dramatic, but not very subtle, in my opinion. Perhaps they have come to assassinate me. That would be sad. Or perhaps they heard of my reknowned (haha! ha!) teaching skillz and have come to headhunt me. That would be flattering. I think it is unlikely, though.

I have a sort of permanent non-cold. It is just sick-ifying enough to make my nose run, but not enough to garner sympathy or warrant staying in bed for prolonged periods of time. An inconvenient middle ground. Though probably better than actually being sick.

On the way up the stairs from my thirty-minute shopping excursion/evening passegiata I heard a crinkly-scratchy kind of noise coming from my handbag and thought it might perhaps be a large spider or small rodent. This was an unpleasant thought. It turned out just to be the plastic bag containing my purchases, though. I was happy about that discovery.

My purchases include some tupperware. This is because I have a Plan for tonight. Rather boringly, it does not involve aperitivo in a cool and trendy bar where I will look stupider and uglier than the Reggiane, but rather the creation of some Strategic Food Reserves. The way I envision the results of the Plan involve bringing delicious and nutritious meals to work to microwave them, rather than surviving on merendine and loaves of bread from the Conad across the street. 'But wait!' you may be thinking, 'I thought she said she didn't know how to cook.' Well, yes. That is true. If you never hear from me again, it will probably be because I blew myself up with the gas stove, or burnt off all my fingers in a freak oven accident.

(I don't know who it is I think I'm talking to, here, since I suspect my readership is of the small-to-nonexistent variety... perhaps it's better that way: no one will be left with a gaping void in their lives if any of the above calamities occur.)

If I survive, I'll let you know how it goes.