July brings with it that peculiarly Italian phenomenon - the summer party. Across the country there is a sudden spawning of adverts for outdoors discotheques ( do discotheques still exist elsewhere ?) where the youth of the region congregate in a large open space to dance the night away to what passes in these parts for the latest hot sounds. Being Italy the noise level at these events is simply incredible and in the weekend small hours we can hear the thump,thump,thump of the music reverberating down the valleys.Tonight the signs promise the joys of the Maurizio Monti show and for next week there's a harder edge with DJ Frankie Knuckles. I can hardly wait.
Digby has managed to steal the new sheep toy from his big brother and is wandering around the garden with it firmly encased between his jaws. Having won a rare victory over Wilf his look seems to say ' this is the best day the worlds ever seen and tomorrow will be even better '. Not a bad philosophy and one I intend to adopt as my own .