Sarah, British, teacher, 42 in a few weeks (GAK !), married to the Italian Sock Dropper, mother to Son of Thor, aged 9, home educated.
Living in foggy Lomellina (after successfully dragging my Milanese husband away from his beloved city, much to MILs very evident and very publically vocalized disgust) in a Cascina with six dogs, six cats, one highly destructive rabbit and two neurotic guinea pigs.
Currently embroiled in a battle to free our corner of rural peace from hoards of pilgrims attracted to a git neighbour who went guru and declared his well water to be miraculous and healing to Studio Aperto (May there be a pox on their cameras and microphones).
Other people get amazing view or fantastic architecture. I get pilgrims. This is not fair.
Living in foggy Lomellina (after successfully dragging my Milanese husband away from his beloved city, much to MILs very evident and very publically vocalized disgust) in a Cascina with six dogs, six cats, one highly destructive rabbit and two neurotic guinea pigs.
Currently embroiled in a battle to free our corner of rural peace from hoards of pilgrims attracted to a git neighbour who went guru and declared his well water to be miraculous and healing to Studio Aperto (May there be a pox on their cameras and microphones).
Other people get amazing view or fantastic architecture. I get pilgrims. This is not fair.
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