Off to Italy

A couple of weeks away, three of us, Mark, me and Pad,nearly organised, sort of. Managed to book the dog into the wrong minder. I had two Sally dog lookerafterers in my email. Spoke to the wrong one for two weeks, turned up to the other very confused Sally. I realsed what I'd done at about 4pm and was meant to drop him off at 5pm for a 19 day visit. Thought I was going to vomit. Did a lot of begging, very doggy of me and Jerry is fine with the right Sally. Mark and Pad appeared dressed for the flight in exactly the same outfit. Down to the shoes. It looked I was a carer for father and son special people I managed to bring only one earring, will look like a pirate for the trip. Sent a last minute email to the b&b in Naples got a funny reply thanking me for my 'collaboration', very Italian I thought. Flight just about to take off before a major storm hits Sydney. I promise you they are telling you to tie up your dog. The last time we flew and landed in a storm the pilot missed the runway. In transit now, Rome tomorrow am. Ciao