I’ve caught the dreaded writer’s block.  AAAGGHH!

Why did I sign myself up for this ridiculous project of writing everyday??  I can barely shower everyday, never mind writing, which is a lot trickier than rinse, lather, rinse, towel dry.

With writing it’s type, erase typo, type some more, scratch head and stare into space, delete entire section, pick at nails, stare into space some more, sigh deeply, begin typing again, contemplate lobbing nearest object at computer in frustration, contemplate money required to replace said computer, sigh even deeper, recommence typing, pause, put head in hands and weep.

And that’s on a good day.

Bloody writing.

On another note I’m fighting an intense wanderlust lately.  Italy is calling my name: “Elisabetta, Elisabetta, viene quo per favore”.

Like a damsel in distress I’m sitting here utterly helpless, desperate to respond but unable to do more than sigh wistfully as I pour through the Sunday Times supplement which features 7-pages devoted to Bell’Italia.

Why Italy?  Why?

Home to mighty cities like Rome, Venice and Milan; a country that produces some of the most exquisite olives, most pungent lavender and most delectable wines; a place where the men have more style than a Parisienne; a country that produced some of the most incredible art in the whole world; a country that perfected coffee and created pizza for goodness sake!

Need I say more??

No indeed, for that’s today’s scribbles done.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxx