Drip dry

I have to tell you that I am not writing about the harsh reality of life at the moment. It is enough to just be living through it one day at a time. Writing about it is something that I will get to once it moves into the past. Suffice to say Gi and I are still looking for somewhere to live. It's am impossible task. We are safe, dry and warm thanks only to the kindness of friends. We have stuff spread in three different locations and are both starting to sag under the stress and frustration of finding something reasonably decent (funny how your standards also start to sag), in the right area and within budget. Difficult is not the right word.

I know that this time too will pass, but it seems that we have really started 2007 with a bang of bad luck. Not just househunting...I will spare you the details though.

I also have to confess that I have recently come out. I have an addiction. Or perhaps it's better described as an obsession. My name is Jenny, and I have a laundry obsession. Washing clothes, hanging them out, folding them, ironing (not that I do that much in Italy) and eliminating dirty clothes just makes me feel better. There, I've told you.

I thought about buying a ticket home over the weekend. But my stupid pride keeps getting in the way.

I'll be in London this time next month...with or without a home base in Naples. It's about the only thing that is keeping me going.