I learn today that in Venice one drinks a shadow (“bere un’ombra”).

Once again Italian conjures poetry out of the everyday.

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The snow eventually arrived around 11am. C+ for effort - although enough to make the drive home a cautious affair.

A frozen dog turd I’d cleared off the pavement into the road first thing is now a nasty fudge smear in the tyre ribbed white.

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Reading on in Jarman’s Modern Nature - intrigued by the entry about clothes. He always bought his socks from M&S.

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