Red stripes and shoe laces

I was spending a pleasant afternoon helping some friends taste and bottle  some red wine, when I received an urgent phone call from Mrs Sensible.

The gang of wine bottlers


Mrs S was putting together a powerpoint presentation when horrors upon horrors the program wouldn’t do what she wanted it to do. I didn’t realise there were others like me, who wouldn’t do as she commanded.

I put  my glass of wine down and bade farewell to my friends, and set off rather quickly on my mission of mercy.

Hurtling down the road in my little Mini I spotted a member of our esteemed  carabinieri standing in the middle of the road waving a red ping pong bat.

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Anyone for tennis.


Using the hand brake,  going down the gears and jumping on the brakes, I managed to stop the car before I ran him over, did I mention I was rushing?

I believe you should always be extra polite to policemen, especially if you have just nearly run them over. I bade him good morning (it was about four in the afternoon) and he asked me if I was a tourist !!!!

Sorry! Why do you think I am a tourist?


Why no kind sir, I live here.

He proceeded to check my documents and when he checked my vehicle log, his demeanor changed,… This is very bad he told me, your car should have had its vehicle check 3 months ago.. 

It took me a couple of seconds to translate his Italian to English and then register the grave problem I was in. I took the document from his hand and read with horror, my car should have had its check at the end of April, we are now in June

The story of my life


I used one of the few Italian words in my vocabulary, mi dispiace, I’m sorry.

He looked at his machine gun wielding partner and gave me my documents back, Today we haven’t seen you, but tomorrow we will….

Did you see him? No, me neither

Thankfully he mimed some of the words to make sure i understood his meaning.

So here I am spending €67 and waiting to see if my little car is still road worthy. 

A nightmare

When the engineer shouted it had passed the emissions test, I did a Mexican wave, he tut tutted a couple of time because one of the exhaust brackets is currently on holiday and one of the tyres is wearing unevenly (I have no idea which) and something about something needing cleaning or changing!! I just nodded and thought I can worry about whatever he is on about another day.

It has passed the emission test


I can’t express how happy I am that my little car has passed it’s test. I do have a small niggling problem, I know two carabiniere are watching out for my car to see if I have had the check done…. 

So I can’t drive wearing my flip flops for a week or two and I promise not to tell anyone that Carabiniere wear boots because they don’t know how to tie laces or that they have red stripes on their trousers so they don’t put them on inside out.

I will leave you with one of my favourite pictures, a carabinieri providing an excellent example of how to dismount from his horse with the aid of a tent.

Utilising a tent to dismount

Life Imploding

I don’t normally whine, but today I am going to make an exception. This little blacksheep’s life started to implode last week.

A life imploding

A life imploding


It all started when I dropped my glasses in the car park of a customers and proceded to drive home wearing my reading glasses.

My mistake became apparent  as the Italian cars looked a little more blurred as they screamed past me going in the opposite direction.

I called the company and they said they had found my glasses, but they appeared to have been stood on…. a couple of times.

They are still good


I always have a back up plan, so I started to wear my contact lenses daily. I normally only use them when I am at the karate class or when I want to wear sunglasses.

The second meltdown came when my right eye started to water, I looked like I had just sat through a sad girly movie and worse still my lens floated around my eye and occasionally   centred itself so I could see.

Mrs Sensible diagnosed me as suffering from either allergy or conjunctivitis, she said she had some cream that would cure the problems with my eye.

Really! I said,

Yes she replied, I bought it for the cat, but it will work on you…..

The third meltdown came when our washing machine decided to self destruct during a spin cycle. Even Mishmash decided to vacate the house, and she isn’t scared of anything, including next doors dog.

Mishmash, one cool cat


After suffering silently, I let Mrs S administer the eye ointment. So far my eye is the same but I have developed a very strange desire to lick myself , I hope I don’t start coughing up hair balls….

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