We’d flown from Rome to Venice.
This was me two days later. Still suffering from Palatine Hill-itis.
Jesus Wept. I’m f..ugly :o(
At least 3 double chins.
Drinking Peroni (which is shite btw…for a girl more used to STRONG Danish Lager.)
And an Everso Everso British accent – the most untrustworthy accent in the world. Or so the THEY say :o)