Well after our flying visit to the UK we’re back in Italy again. We had a great, though hectic, time in England. Following E’s surprise birthday dinner, next day we headed up to S’s place in London, did some work at the internet cafe in Richmond and discovered my laptop’s cracked screen is going to cost £300 to replace. How can that possibly be? S and I have downloaded my files etc on it to a dongle (?) so I can still access them. I’s going to see if they can source a screen off e-bay for me. Even at £100 it’ll be a lot less than hoicking it back to PC World. Bloody technology.
Here’s the text of a Letter to America purporting to be written by John Cleese which I came across in a recent blog. I don’t think it is written by him but it’s gently mocking style did make me smile and it sure stirred up a lot of reaction from our cousins across the pond, not all of it hostile – more than a few did get the humour.
I don’t want this posting to become a rant about how bad driving on British motorways is compared with Continental ones, though it might veer towards that I suspect. Fact is though that I have being driving 50k miles a year in this country for the last 20 years and now spend a lot of time on French, Swiss and, mostly, Italian motorways. So I reckon I’m well-placed to comment generally. And in general I find motorway driving increasingly painful, especially in the UK.