Venetian Interlude

By the time you read this me and Fifthborn will be at Stansted having our toenails minutely inspected for traces of explosives by a small army of airport security officers. After that, presuming we are not placed under arrest, we will be flying to Venice to visit Firstborn - as she dislikes being called - for a few days, there to feast on pasta, art, gondolas, art, gondolas, pasta, gondolas, pasta, art and - as John Cleese once put it in a classic spoof travelogue film - "more fucking gondolas." Light blogging here till Tuesday, then. See you.

Comments

[Jane Henry]

oh wow! Lucky you - one trip to Venice a couple of years ago exceeded all expectations and I vowed to return... And lucky Firstborn for living there.

Hope you have a great trip.

[Pants]

OMG Dave

Do you EVER stop moving. I'm tired just thinking about your frantic schedule. Have a lovely time.

xxx

Pants