tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post6233914719094200647..comments2024-03-19T12:41:33.475+01:00Comments on My Life in Flip Flops: Probably my biggest rant to dateJennyffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133651986287619972noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-61125058222025733452021-02-05T12:55:20.429+01:002021-02-05T12:55:20.429+01:00It all sounds so frustrating, what a total nightma...It all sounds so frustrating, what a total nightmare. It's enough to drive you to drink! Take care xxjosiekittenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15785710144572421726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-2436376493639578212021-01-20T23:11:02.578+01:002021-01-20T23:11:02.578+01:00I've just discovered your blog after blog hopp...I've just discovered your blog after blog hopping (but I can't remember where from). I'm sorry but I almost laughed reading this. I've been in France for over 30 years and am going through the same rigmarole, although I'm thinking it's a lot easier than the Italian side of the border (so far). That being said I'm also in the process of requesting French citizenship and all being well I just might get it by the time I'm 95 (I'm 62 at the moment)! Keep the faith, we'll get there. AnnaTreadershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613671137557939083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-32044607057964575012021-01-19T11:26:40.510+01:002021-01-19T11:26:40.510+01:00Hi, me again. I have lived in N.W. Italy for over ...Hi, me again. I have lived in N.W. Italy for over 40 years and believe me it's the same everywhere here. Bureaucracy at its most ridiculous. Thanks to Brexit and Covid our lives are being turned upside down. Even though I have a "permesso di soggiorno permanente" I still have to redo all our documents as we are now "extra communitario". No-one in the local comune's (council offices?) seem to know anything about the new biometric cards, so we wait and wait..... Ro (n.w.Italy)rosemariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02113792702189507994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-20993309765853913732021-01-18T21:57:23.363+01:002021-01-18T21:57:23.363+01:00As I said last time, I think it has always been in...As I said last time, I think it has always been in the Italian psyche and dates way back. No consolation but that's the way it is. I guess you read Tim Parks.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-11932164136592825852021-01-18T21:21:27.984+01:002021-01-18T21:21:27.984+01:00After reading your post, I almost want to scream f...After reading your post, I almost want to scream for you. Caree Risoverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16454194093120715901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-74294819874635961862021-01-18T20:50:33.746+01:002021-01-18T20:50:33.746+01:00At least I read this from the comfort og an arm ch...At least I read this from the comfort og an arm chair in a centrally heated room. If it is any comfort Ilkley is in the danger zone tomorrow for excessive and heavy rainfall. The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-84721554575532321412021-01-18T20:41:08.985+01:002021-01-18T20:41:08.985+01:00Oh dear, it sounds as if they do not want new resi...Oh dear, it sounds as if they do not want new residents, doesn't it? I hope it is all settled soon and you can relax and enjoy your life in Italy.<br />Thanks for sharing - it is a good warning about Italy or government incompetence!Ellen D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03776803182673252265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080816235590144089.post-66068667570388194242021-01-18T20:00:37.369+01:002021-01-18T20:00:37.369+01:00Oh dear, I can see the steam coming out of your ea...Oh dear, I can see the steam coming out of your ears! I had a similar experience after being targeted by a pickpocket in Florence. My trip to the police station to report the crime was absolutely farcical. First I had to find the policeman. He was down the road in a café with his pals. They all came back to the station to watch the fun and the endless paper-filling. They treated me as if I were an idiot, rolling their eyes at each other, shrugging shoulders. I have no Italian to speak of and if any of them could speak English they were not letting on. I did the best I could, probably speaking a bit of schoolgirl Latin in the mix. At the end of it all when I stood up I put my hand out to shake the policeman's. He was all dressed up in braid and badges, young and insolent with gleaming black hair. I just stood there with my hand out without moving until he became sufficiently embarrassed. The minute he took my hand everything changed. Absolutely charming! Then each of them smiled and came to shake my hand and sympathise with my predicament. Peter and I didn't laugh until we were sitting in the car. It had almost been worth having been robbed to have such a ridiculous experience.Share my Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08817611851604816123noreply@blogger.com