Jumped – Well I was shocked! – Bellaugello: Luxury gay bed and breakfast near Perugia, Umbria, Italy
Jumped – Well I was shocked!

Not much surprises me these days.  The news is filled with horror stories, stories of loss and tragedy, consummate greed, skyrocketing prices, and loads of corruption, so I listen with only half an ear – my less well hearing one at that, all sorts of unpleasantness has sadly become the norm.

So being in front of the computer this morning I ordered online my Christmas present to myself, or at least I would have done if the  ‘phone had been answered.  I have fallen in love with the iPad mini (it’s ok guys I am still single).  It is highly desirable, easy on the eye, and stylish! what more could a gay guy want?  So I decided that it just had to be done.  All was good until I came to the invoicing bit.  I need a tax receipt, this is afterall a business purchase.  Now here in Italy a tax receipt is never simple, why? I have no idea, but it is not.  It seems that the system so endlessly bound up in ‘scontrini’ has not matured sufficently to produce a system for a simple tax receipt, you have to jump through hurdles.  The only way on the Apple store is to call an admittedly free telephone number, which I did, but of course it is only working 9-5 Monday to Friday, much use is that.

Now I also wanted to take advantage of Apple’s free engraving service.  Clicking that button on the ordering screen brought up a screen that said ‘delivery time two weeks’.  Ok that is fine.  On closer inspection I was able to check the exact delivery time at the stage immediately before the checkout.  Delivery time 2 weeks “Enter your post code” for an exact date…  did so  “delivery anticipated 28 December” what a jump! I then tried ordering one without engraving and the delivery hurdled to 2 January 2013

As I say none of this surprises me very much.  But I did get one gigantic surprise when out walking the dogs this afternoon.

It was one of those blustery autumnal days.  Trees golden hued tinged with red and amber, blue skies punctuated with fluffy white and grey cumulus and a bone entering dampness.  The team was nagging for a walk, so I wrapped up warmly and set off.

There are many great walks from Bellaugello Gay Guest House, many of them circular, and most on the quiet white roads that criss cross the Chiascio valley.  The team favourite is that up to the church then down the steep southerly road curving round back into the Chiascio valley and up the hill back to Bellaugello.  A walk at leisurely pace/dawdling of about one hour.  I love the views, the way the Apennines open up and disappear from sight, the changing light through the still leaf covered tree branches, and of course squelching in the muddy puddles and the magical sight of babbling brooks and crystal clear running water.

Jenny, my wee cocker spaniel never stops.  To her a walk is an additional excuse to run and run and run.  Never far from my side, but never stopping.  She is up embankments and down ditches with gay abandon.  Milo, my English setter, now thankfully quite recovered from his major operation earlier this autumn and looking ever so well and smart  ambles along smelling everything.  So I dawdle, daydream and think.

It was one of those real weird sensations when walking along on the quiet tree lined track daydreaming or scheming as usual I caught something rushing toward me.  Before I had time to focus the ‘thing’ had suddenly risen to my face height, and then just as quickly had passed me by.  What was it?  A ghoul? A wolf? I only discovered when it was past.  It was a Hare, those delightful animals hunted to near extinction by the shooters here in Umbria.  Jenny had obviously sent it running, it came down the bank in front and above me, ran along the road which of course it expected to be empty when it suddenly came across me in the middle of its track, so what did it do ?  It Jumped.  Wow how it jumped, I never knew that Hares could jump that high, as I wrote it almost reached my face height, I do not know who was more startled or surprised…. me I guess.