Monday, September 13, 2010


He tells me in his thick Italian accent that he was feeling quite sick over the weekend, but now he is feeling much better. He slept very well last night, thank you. His appetite is much better too.

"I had second helpings of dinner" he says, "and half-"

He stops mid-sentence, leans forward and whispers, "
half a glass of wine"

When he sees that I am not cross, he goes on to tell me about his brother's mother-in-law back in Italy, who is 94 and has a glass of wine every morning before breakfast.

And as he leaves, he turns around and waggles his finger at me. "Remember what I said about the wine", he reminds me, "it will put some colour in you".

And maybe I will have a glass ... just not before breakfast.

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