We went this morning for our covid tests, it was amusing that the man applying the tampone as we call the probe up the nose was wearing his mask below his nose and smoking between customers. Despite the woman before me making an big fuss, and having being told the sensation was like being stabbed in the brain, the process was completely painless. We waited at the house of our Danish friends, shared a delicious relaxing breakfast of home baked rolls, salami, cheese and coffee provided by them and fresh croissants we brought from our local and favourite bar. Afterwards we had a swim then returned to the clinic for our negative results in English, job done.
We had noticed on our drive to the clinic that the air conditioning in the car wasn’t working, it wasn’t working on the way back either, by which time it was mid day full on heat. We were both drenched in sweat, I felt sick and the two garages where we stopped for help were both closed for the holidays.
MrFF decided the best course of action will be to leave at 4 am tomorrow to get as far from sweltering Italy as possible as quickly as possible. So we have uploaded our test results to our euro tunnel booking, found a hotel in France for tomorrow evening, visited three neighbours delivering tomatoes, saying arrivederci and asking them to look out for the cats. At Giovanni’s we found Enrico reclining in the shade and discovered he is being fed there as well as at Anna’s, chicken and lamb last night with lots of water. We’ve had the too much luggage, what’s in that case argument, it’s going to plan.
We are worried about the wine and olive oil in our car, we are worried about ourselves too. Years ago there was no air conditioning in cars, my 21 year old Lupo has none, in fact I can remember cars without heaters. I’m sure we shall survive, I shall think of it as a mobile sauna, roll on tomorrow evening where the forecast is for 21 degrees and the hotel has a pool.