Life for Lola

The last two days I have been under the weather, I took to my bed on Monday afternoon and am now back up and in some degree of good health. I was as dizzy as a top and really rather wan. During my malady I read a book about an American bird who bought and renovated a property in Tuscany. I was having a lovely time reading it, salivating away over her descriptions of roasted red peppers but then, three chapters from the end, she became terribly self indulgent and I was left dissapointed and hope now, her and her villa crumble in an earthquake. Why do books do that to you? I would have tidied it all up under a loggia in the company of warty old Italian ladies chewing prosciutto but she went all odd. Poor shame.