17 July 2011

Greg's Mug
Greg's Mug

Hello and welcome to the Villa San Francesco, Bagni di Lucca. We arrived yesterday after a long but reasonably straight-forward journey from downtown Byfield and have been relaxing in the splendour and pleasantness!

As Donna once said (when we flew off to Spain for a week): it must be nice living so close to Europe that one can, indeed, nip off for a week or so very easily and that is certainly true. However, as I said then, it would be even better if we lived as conveniently close to an airport as she and Ben do to LAX. As it happens, our flight was from Gatwick (two and a half hours from Byfield) to Bologna (about two and a half hours drive from Bagni di Lucca). So, five hours of driving sandwiched around a two hour flight. Continue reading “17 July 2011”

17 July 2011 – Amusements

“How was your game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife Tracy.

“Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went,” he answered.

“But you’re 75 years old, Jack!” admonished his wife, “Why don’t you take my brother Scott along?”

“But he’s 85 and doesn’t play golf anymore,” protested Jack.

“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He would watch the ball for you,” Tracy pointed out.

The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. “Do you see it?” asked Jack.

“Yup,” Scott answered.

“Well, where is it?” yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.

“I forgot.” Continue reading “17 July 2011 – Amusements”