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Having shocked friends and family by moving home from the UK to Italy, this is the story and thoughts of a man on a personal journey from Blackpool Tower to the Leaning Tower of Pisa via 30 years working in and around London. En route he shares his very personal perspectives on life and even though la dolce vita proved elusive, and we’re mostly re-established back in the UK, the Pasta Paulie pen-name stuck. A bit like the pasta round my waist.

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Forgetfulness and falconry

Well in the last posting about our mixed bag of a trip to Italy, I talked about how we failed to remember to take our house keys with us. It wasn’t the only thing we forgot as it happened.  We intended to take a new rug with us and several other things but somehow in our busy pre-trip schedule, they all got sadly forgotten. And upon returning we intended to bring several items back to the UK and in our haste, you’ve guessed it, we overlooked them too.  It’s clearly an age thing as C and I hurtle towards our bloody dotage. They’ll be feeding us baby food soon.

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