I have had the rare and excellent pleasure of starting the day with a chortle:
...And a dreary old day it looks like being, too. Whenever I say anything to the effect that Wotan seems to be doing well, he almost immediately throws a fit; two yesterday, including one of the dreaded wake-you-in the night variety. Excruciating.
Reports from my sister are pretty grim, too. She's barely sleeping at all, as she has to get the mammy to the loo several times during the night, make sure she doesn't sleepwalk during her hallucinatory episodes and fall, etc. etc. How long can this go on?
As usual, the old one sounds as 'normal' as she ever did, on the phone, apart from confusing my sister and me (which she often did, anyway-) and thinking she's in Melbourne. According to the sib, though, she comprehends very little most of the time,and has to be fed, have the toothbrush loaded for her, etc. Christ...
'Francesco' provided a good few embarrassed sniggers again, last night. The guy's beginning to fascinate me. He's just so cheesily toe-curling.
Also, he sometimes goes to places a bit off the beaten travel-show track, like to see a pretty amazing statue, 'The Veiled Christ', that I'd never heard of, although it seems to be extremely famous, in Naples.