An Englishman in Verona

Yes! It's here, finally: Summer. The damp and the wind and the grey and the cold have gone, replaced overnight by warmth, clear skys and a visit from the Bosom Fairy.

I may not believe in Father Christmas, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy, but I do believe in the Busom Fairy. The English Bosom Fairy visits sometime in May, and replaces all the girls' saggy winter breasts with ample pert ones and, what's more, gives them skimpy white tops to show their gifts off with; it seems that the Italian Bosom Fairy does the same thing, only in March. Lovely.

And... almost even better news... the camera is repaired, and will be with me when friends arrive in 10 days time to visit. So I may even get some pictures of the Bosom Fairy's good work for you.