A pleasant enough stroll this morning with my minders around my local park, dedicated to the partisans and naturally full of bloated Fascist symbolism. Alas, the intricate ducts and channels of the 1930s water features were largely in disrepair. Say what you will about Mussolini, at least he made the drains run on time...
Then on to the pleasant suburbs of the lower Aventine - these should be mine. As should the sofa, on which Mr and Mrs E *insist on sitting*! Really, there seems to be no end to the training they require.
Both are now playing with their tappy toys, but I heard mention of a bus excursion to the Villa Sciarra later, followed by a beer - mine's a Peroni.
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