I'm staying up later tonight as it makes me feel closer to the other side of the world. It is very strange wondering what people are doing and realising they are working, doing something productive. It's also odd to not have anyone, anyone, to talk to. Even if I learn Italian it won't be enough to enable me to carry on an intelligent conversation with anyone here.
At home, we don't have TV to watch, books to read, newspapers to look at. Were we crazy or what? Ralph doesn't need all this, being very happy to look at recipes all evening or read books on artists in Florence. He's definitely the intellectual out of the two of us. I however, am going to kill someone soon.
Seriously, I'm sure this is just the 16 day blues. It will all be fine tomorrow when I hit the 17 day ra-ra-ra period.