We’ve finally swapped our miniscule flat in stinky, smoggy Milan for the beautiful Lago Maggiore. We got here on the 23rd, monged out for Christmas, and will peel ourselves off the sofa and back to the city on the 30th (though I am trying not to think about that. Oops lost the game).
This week by the lake is our first break of any sort since the summer, and it’s deserved and much-needed.Three months of smog, snotty noses and relentless thesis-writing never did anyone any good. Finally, finally, we have fresh air, space, a view of trees rather than buildings. Oh and this stonking beauty of a pine cone:
This week by the lake is our first break of any sort since the summer, and it’s deserved and much-needed.Three months of smog, snotty noses and relentless thesis-writing never did anyone any good. Finally, finally, we have fresh air, space, a view of trees rather than buildings. Oh and this stonking beauty of a pine cone:
What makes it extra-special is that Mr P&P’s family have flown in from the UK. So not only does the Bean get to spend his first Christmas holiday surrounded by people who are potty about him, I get time to have a long shower! Sleep in! Cook without him clinging to my legs! (and maybe by the end of the week the excitement will have subsided enough for him to want to sleep again.)
A tough month of extra work projects, deadlines and general January meh awaits when we go back, but for now we lay low. We keep our PJs on all day and stuff our faces with panettone. We go out for the odd walk and hot chocolate. We eat more panettone. We hold the Bean’s hand as he takes his first wobbly steps round and round the flat. We remember that soon, he won’t be a baby but a toddler. But for now, we lay low.
A tough month of extra work projects, deadlines and general January meh awaits when we go back, but for now we lay low. We keep our PJs on all day and stuff our faces with panettone. We go out for the odd walk and hot chocolate. We eat more panettone. We hold the Bean’s hand as he takes his first wobbly steps round and round the flat. We remember that soon, he won’t be a baby but a toddler. But for now, we lay low.
