As you’ve no doubt all noticed, it’s been about a month since I last blogged. We’ve done a lot in that time, there’s loads of things I could write about, but the trouble is I don’t actually want to write about any of it.
I could tell you about the wonderful wedding we went to in London where everyone was so welcoming, we saw loads of old friends, we drank, we even danced a bit and we left feeling all warm and nice, but I’m just not in the mood.
I could tell you about all the food we ate on our trip. Within 24 hours of being in England, we’d managed fish and chips on Southend seafront, pie and mash in a pub and a huge fried breakfast sat in the sunshine. Italian food is amazing, fresh and healthy, but sometimes you just need something a bit more… English. Suffice to say our fuel economy suffered on the way back to Italy due to the extra weight in the car.
I could say how great it was to see all our family and friends. We even got an awesome new nephew while we were back.
I could even tell you how excited we are to be back in the Langhe. That the weather is great, the vines are starting to change colour, there’s fresh snow on the mountains, I’ve spent the past two days chopping wood and hopefully in a few days’ time we’re going to be helping our neighbour, Mauro, harvest this year’s Nebbiolo grapes.
But I don’t feel like being cheery.
I’d rather moan about SLR Hut. A company I stupidly chose to buy a new camera from and who, it transpires, are (allegedly) lying, (allegedly) tax dodging, (allegedly) scumbags who (allegedly) wouldn’t know customer service if it walked up to them and shoved a Nikon D7100 down their throat. I still don’t have a camera.
I want to complain about Italians constantly giving negative opinions. Sometimes you just need a nod and a smile, maybe a bit of help or encouragement even. But no.
I really want to moan about builders providing quotes but missing out half the things we need, rendering it impossible to compare them. Seriously, why provide a detailed quote for a roof and then right at the end put: “Not included: scaffolding, tiles, waterproofing and guttering.” I need those. It’s not really a roof without them.
And don’t get me started on our geometra who never answers his phone, is forever changing appointments and who, most annoyingly of all, is so charming that you can’t get angry with him.
But I don’t want to write an angry blog.
Which only leaves fear. I’m afraid of everything at the moment.
I’m afraid we don’t have enough money to start, let alone finish, renovating our house.
I’m afraid that we’ll choose the wrong builder.
I’m afraid that, despite my best efforts, I’ll never be able to speak Italian to a decent level and thus will never really fit in here.
And I’m afraid that in less than three months we’re going to have a tiny, crying, puking, stinky little Italian bundle of joy and we won’t have a clue what we’re supposed to do with it.
I think at this point it’s best if I just don’t blog at all.