By the next edition, MJ’s compadres will be back and we will be soaring through the night sky, probably somewhere over Russia – my life in newspapers will be over.
Walking down the street today I made myself laugh when I realised how oddly bright my mood was. Do you ever have those moments when nothing can bug you?
I was skipping along the street, delighted by grass, the new bitumen road, even a semi-trailer driving past (‘Ah! The sweet rumble of industry!’)
Also today, I found a dead rosella in a friend’s front doorway. If you try googling ‘dead bird omen’ you find a whole lot of forums with people asking if a dead bird is an omen and a whole lot of people telling them that they’re dopes. I think Italian mamas need to unite and create Omenpedia.