I’m in Pisa.

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Oh yes, and I’m enjoying every minute of it, although the journey to get here provided me with many good reason to complain. The first offence of the day was the breakfast I suffered in Dublin airport at 4 am while others were drinking beer or wine. At 4 in the morning!!!. It was one of those dreadful places that “employs” robots to deliver food. Some people may think it’s cute, but not I. It’s just someone who likes that sort of thing solving a problem that doesn’t exist. I ordered a croissant with butter and when the robot delivered it the butter had melted on the hot plate so the croissant was swimming in melted butter. Furthermore the “coffee” (warming milky bilge) arrived 15 minutes before the croissant arrived. And I didn’t know how to make the robot go away once it had delivered my drowned croissant. It just stood there with a goofy grin on its pretend face till I eventually found a button marked “done”, pressed it and it said goodbye and departed. If I was given to salty language I would have told it quite rudely where to go. A disaster of a breakfast which was a bit of an indicator of what was to come. The flight was very trying. There were 4 very bouts of terrible turbulence. The plane was so violently thrown around that it jiggled my dentures free of the putty that’s meant to hold them together thinking place. But worse were the young children sitting in front of us. Suffice it to say that none of my 5 would ever have behaved this badly. And while mother tried her best the dufus of a father put on headphones, closed his eyes and went to sleep. But I’m here, and I’m enjoying it.