It also has a taller tower than Latina, something the Mayor is always spouting about.
Ponte Rosso is a resteraunt across the lake from the town . . . .
Can you two get a "Gîte" together . . . ?!and if you visit the Cathedral, look up above the doors, uncle Benito is up there with his sheaves of wheat, the fat rapey git and Latina has prostitutes all over the place . . .
Oh hang on, Mrs Meaty might be very strict, wears crisp white linen shirts, horn rimmed spectacles, pencil skirts, hair tied back and requires lots of attention!I would suggest a much better way of doing things is to employ head teachers who can run a school properly.
Re previous comment on Mrs G and her lawn mower .......
Noticed her lawn mower was not cutting very well due in all likelihood to the fact her attitude is similar to that of the hoover use ......it will pickup/mow anything that happens to be on the floor/ground so therefore the 20mm gravel on the drive is regularly mowed with obvious affect on the blades.
At this point the story could be in either this thread or the EM thread .......
Because I took the blade off and sharpened it but didn't refit it.
I then watched a puzzled Mrs G "mow" one lawn ....checking part way through the mulching thingy wasn't fitted but still no grass in the collector ...... this is where EM comes in because I then showed her the newly sharpened blade and mentioned it might cut better with it fitted .
Seemingly what I thought was a very funny prank wasn't and I'm a stupid pranker or something ......
It has been rather quiet on the bone front in Hogg Towers, that was until now, we were sat watching a young starling eating a bit of bread on the lawn, when a big crow landed on the fence, she said, oh look, here comes mamma bird looking for her baby"I am however, deeply worried about SWMBO, who has done NOTHING in the least bone in the past 3 weeks.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, the long haired CO is awaiting a telephone call on the house phone , so rather than sit and wait at the house her ladyship informs us that she hat put the house phone on divert to her mobile, and off she toddles.
Later she appears a tad annoyed that the f*ckk$s+ have not called back , so deciding to give the poor sods a piece of her ( sometimes small ) mind she phones them to be informed that they did try and call, but the number was unavailable many times.
A look at the phones speed dial entry reveals that the number for diversion was her old phones number form about seven years ago.
It's my fault , I must have entered the old number, with the fingers I dont have .