The MIL is beginning to lose it.  GP and I spend a lot of time giving each other looks over the top of her head.  It's sad.  She has always been a strong, stubborn, capable woman.  It's tough to see her ill at ease and uncertain.  Well, it's why we're here.  Last night I made her some fish chowder.  She's been saying how she'd love to return to BBH again, (most unlikely), and how much she loved "that soup".   So I sent GP to the fish market and to find some bacon.  It was pretty damned good if I must say so myself, and MIL was pleased.  This morning I made pancakes.  Now the apartment smells like the Ebb Tide Diner. 

Italian news.  Yesterday someone stole a 100 lb safe containing about $5000 from a prison kitchen office.  A young woman, white, was found chopped into pieces and stuffed into a suitcase by the side of the road in a small central Italian city.  Somehow they traced the murder to an African immigrant.  2 days ago a neo nazi in a black Alfa mowed down 6 African immigrants in the street.  They were not killed fortunately.  THEN, just the other day in Torino, a woman was hit by a delivery truck while crossing the road and dragged for two blocks.  She was identified only by her wedding ring and watch.  They just found the truck and driver in Naples.  He didn't know anything about it.  He'd been on his phone.  And this is just news from here.  Internationally it's even worse.  I want to move to an island somewhere with NO internet, no TV, no newspapers....  It's a good thing I'm Canadian.  
 xxoo me