Tuesday, 30 April 2013
So, there are some people coming onto my boat tonight claiming I must make them dinner, tuning I must pour them wine and stuff. What those okes on about? Time to start pretending to be a chef again, oh boy. I get so nervous at the beginning of every trip it's ridiculous I tell you. I'm missing home so much today, which is why I called nearly everyone in my phone book. The best call was to Esther, the lady who worked at our house for nearly 20 years, she's my favorite person to phone. She said she wished she was a bird so she could fly to Italy and help me cook and make me some tea, no tea EVER tastes as good as the tea Esther makes for me. I promised her that when I come back I'm renting a house for a week, just her and I and we can cook dinner together and watch the Bold and the Beautiful, and we're bringing Rupert WITH us, he's the sweetest, silliest pup in the world. Okay, I have some flowers to arrange, soup to make, carpets to vacuum... right old Cinderella I am
