It was a hot, humid day. The first hint of thunder echoing down from the mountains. To keep cool, Wilf spent most of his morning sitting in the hallway catching up on his sleep. From time to time a large black nose would briefly appear on the doorstep to sniff the air and make sure that the unpacking of the furniture was proceeding to schedule. At nine and again at ten thirty, the family supervisor deigned to come out and christen the ever growing pile of cardboard boxes . He then returned inside to settle down, emitting a loud " I'm here if you need me " sigh .
The highlight of Wilfs Wednesday ; no less than two trips to the rubbish dump to get rid of the mountain of packing. Twenty minutes of nose down,ground scraping, nostril flaring delight. As I lifted him back up into the car he had a look on his face that said " If we only knew the real value of a day ". One happy fellow.
We returned home to find that the postman had delivered another volume of the blog book. This time the formatting is right and the overall effect a big improvement over the two ' Life in Italy' volumes. Can only hope the furniture painting is as successful.