My darling husband really can be a shit.  He is pleased as punch because this morning there was a delivery for our neighbors, (yes the upstairs neighbors who scream, sing, vacuum, move furniture, play marbles and walk around in heels on tile all hours of the day and night), and they were not at home.  The postman buzzed us and GP said he'd never heard of the guy and wouldn't sign for the package.  He's been chuckling to himself all day.

The weather has finally improved and there have been a couple days of sun.  We're all walking around shielding our eyes saying "the light, the light!".  I drove Grace into the city today to see a friend and took a walk in the center.  There are stands up along the main streets, under the arcades and in the piazzas.  They're selling hand-made crafts and foods for the holidays.  The shops are open on Sundays now and there were thousands of people shopping and eating out in the cafes.  Lovely.  Unfortunately the atmosphere was marred by the howling gypsy.  That's the name I've given to a beggar who I seem to run into wherever I am in the center.  She wails at the top of her lungs and shuffles along with her hand out.  The noise dives me nuts.  It's the perfect storm of irritating sounds, whining and screaming.  You can hear her coming a mile away.  I'm surprised she hasn't been pushed in front of a passing tram.  She is that irritating. 

Back home and time to do some housework.  Ugh.  xxoo me