Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Italy has often loomed large at momentous times of my life.

The trip to Tuscany in the early 90s, during which I realised that The Boff really would make a pretty decent life partner.

The trip over October half term back in 2006, soon after my miscarriage, heavy with the sadness of a baby-sized gap.

This half-term just gone, with a healthy fifteen-week foetus squirming its approval as I skied (cautiously) down mountains.

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