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La Signora

January 21, 2016 Leave a comment
At least the dogs think something to me ...

At least the dogs think something to me …

I spent a long time last night taking my sprayer to pieces and cleaning all the little bits, but so as not to go the same way as yesterday, I phoned the family-run business where I bought it years ago.

As usual, they recognised my voice. (And advised me to use hot water to mix the ingredients, which worked.)

Is my speech that distinctive, though? Everyone always recognises my voice. I can never be anonymous even if I want to be.

There are few foreigners in this part of Italy, it’s true, and my accent starts peeping through after the first greeting or so. Also I have a slight lisp.

You’d perhaps expect people to know me by name – Damaris, or Signora West. But no-one can cope with either my first name (mangled variously as Daminus or Daramis if they even make the effort) or my surname because ‘w’ in Italian is virtually non-existent.

So who am I? I’m LA SIGNORA!! (The lady.)

(Add the epithet English, American, Dutch or German as the fancy takes you because people often mistake my nationality.)

Even Clive fairs better than me – probably because he’s less tolerant.

So ‘la signora’ phoned; ‘la signora’ will do it; give it to ‘la signora’.

People call out to me: “Signora!” Even people I’ve known for years have no other way of addressing me.

Ah well. The dogs think something to me. My smell, mainly …

Fitting in

February 26, 2013 Leave a comment
The shed in its setting

The shed in its setting

The new shed blends in better than I expected.

The grey and dull brown of the pvc are somehow in harmony with the winter landscape.

I had a rough time of it yesterday: 4 and a half hours of standing in the freezing cold with my cough (I ended up losing my voice), trying to curb excesses of enthusiasm on the part of the blokes who gaily distributed and scattered packets of small pieces as soon as they’d despatched me to the house to fetch something.

One of them, not my usual mate, is apparently an engineer and he in particular was remarkably intuitive about the whole thing. But they did have to keep rushing ahead! It was a case of more haste less speed when we had to re-do things.

A female phlange on a door insert arrived broken, so Clive phoned this morning and asked for a replacement piece, but otherwise everything seems to have got here intact.

Shed pieces

Pieces left over

These 2 pieces were left over at the end last night as it was getting dark. Clive worked out what they were – stops for the door! I fitted them this afternoon.

Singing monk

December 17, 2012 Leave a comment

Although our house looks onto a mountain the other side of which is Assisi, and Assisi is one of my favourite places to visit, I’ve only just heard about Friar Alessandro.

Watching a video of him, he seems to be both a simple and a joyful soul.

Sacro Convento in Assisi

Sacro Convento in Assisi

The photo is of the friary next to the Basilica of Saint Francis in Assisi proper.

Friar Alessandro, however, is from the original friary founded by Saint Francis himself. It’s called the Porziuncola Friary, after a tiny church that sits inside another Basilica in a nearby place called Santa Maria degli Angeli (Saint Mary of the Angels). I have no photo of my own of this little church because photography is forbidden.

I would love to be shown round by Friar Alessandro.

Here are samples of his voice, which has been likened to that of Pavarotti and Andrea Bocelli.