Clearly the wood-burning stove created a good atmosphere. This morning, I have less of a hangover and less cleaning up to do than I have any right to expect. A dinner with two friends turned into a wildly drunken party with all the other wine-infused night-owls of Bugnara. Ross made curry, which now has a couple of new fans. I gave up about the same time as the cat (2am), who bravely defended his armchair for as long as was practical.
I am, however, glad to see that Ross enjoyed himself. It's been a black week. The sooner we make a fresh start the better.
I'm off to spend some time with an English friend in Pacentro, and some down-to-earth girls chat.