Been a strenuous kinda two days

The news is all doom and gloom, Italy’s debt crisis deepens, our prime minister is becoming a greater source of global ridicule, the flooding and torrential rain in the south of France is washing out good friends who are there on a well deserved holiday break, the cost of the 2012 London Olympics have risen over budget and are almost as ludicrously insane as that of the building of the Edinburgh Parliament, (who honestly believed that you could build a parliament building for £40 million? that’s what the told the Scottish public who then had to fork out nearly £500 million) and a rogue App with spyware has been revealed, now threatening my nonchalant ‘apple is safe’ smug grin.

Early November in Umbria and I am stressed!  After a great season and now preparing for our Christmas and New Year’s Eve Houseparties, the pace is slow I should be relaxed and tranquil, but I am stressed!

Yesterday was one of those clear autumn days that I love so very much.  Sunday afternoon had brought rain, and dawn on Monday morning that special kind of air that is squeaky clean, as if it had been put through a boil wash.  The stupendous views from my bedroom window at Bellaugello Gay Guest House over the Apennines were unusually bright and crisp, the fields in the Chiascio valley below the house all well defined, autumn colours on the wooded hillsides intense, and it all just seemed good. But I was not allowed to spend my day watching the sun move over the panorama, no I had a grotty indoor job to do.

A week or so ago I had noticed a damp patch in the bathroom wall of one of the Suites, and on a cursory inspection discovered that the drain for the shower had been installed off centre and left full of rubble and cement by some careless slaphappy builder.  The off-centeredness meant that there is a split in the outer housing, fine when the water is running swiftly away, but clearly not fine when there is any debris to impede the quick flow of water, hence the damp in the wall AND my day confined inside with a hammer and chisel carefully hacking away at the shower drain and surrounding tiles.

It was heart-breaking! having to destroy one of my beautiful bathrooms, I so love the large luxury bathrooms here at Bellaugello, each one is different, and each has an aspect that makes them all my favourites, so to have to remove a shower drain and destroy tiling was not only highly irritating, indeed very annoying, indeed spectacularly anger making, but it was sad and hard precise work – I did not want to make too much damage.  Result at the end of guddling in the drain for much of the day I have removed the offending crooked tube and now there is a vast crater in the centre of the shower!  I have worked out how to make a precise repair, I have the new shower drain, and luckily I have spare tiles but what colour is the grout??

Today, was a day I have been dreading.  I have been putting off making a phone call or some time and yesterday afternoon was the time when I finally made that call.  The appointment was arranged for eleven o’clock this morning in Ponte San Giovanni near Perugia.

And so at 10.15 off I set to Perugia.  For those of you that have stayed here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House this summer you will know that my dear English Setter Edo has a weak heart and has whilst being very brave, struggled to keep going.  Over the past few weeks he has lost his appetite, I am like a clown teasing him with tidbits, trying desperately to get him to eat something.  Friends have suggested everything from baby food to spam, but he just has lost his appetite and only eats a few small mouthfulls, thus becoming visibly thinner.

So today was the day for a visit to the vet.  Edo is courageous and brave and tries so hard, but he is not well.  Slowly he got into the car, I started it to be met with a welcoming message two lightbulbs were not working, the fuel gauge had gone haywire and to cap it all the petrol stations in Italy are on strike from tonight until Friday…..

So to the vet and he seemed to have to undergo an acupuncture treatment as various needles were stuck into him and bloods taken for analysis.  If he was a human he would be on the list for a heart bypass and kidney dialysis but he is a dog, my baby but a dog.  After the results he was attached to a drip, and slowly very slowly the life giving liquid dripped into his veins.

He was so calm, the treatment took over an hour to complete and tomorrow we must go back for a second dose and an ECG.  He is still not really eating but it is early days and things can only get better.

Believe it or not to add to all my woes I have writers’ block, as I said things can only get better…