So I suppose one of the main reasons I lost my love for football was no longer enjoying going to matches, or nipping to the pub afterwards. He of course still watches every sport under the sun, but now bedridden he hasn't much choice in it. He's still him. He's not a bitter person. But maybe I am.
But my love for Italy remained, it was the first place I flew to, the heel of the boot, in '97 and I enrolled immediately at college on a language course on my return. I then landed in Rome in 2005 (we won't mention it wasn't Florence as I picked the wrong airport). I threw coins in the Trevi Fountain, wished for the love of my life, came home, opened my eyes and we're still together now.
I've spent two marvellous trips to Venice with my family (culture and caravanning by the beach, perfection!) which have only cemented my Italian obsession. Here's my little man, giving it large.
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