Last week, K was reduced to making 400 tortellinis and playing with a toy red plastic meat grinder that G had to keep his hand in to have a chance to work. She even made gingerbread cookies, as I had predicted. In order to keep G’s interest, she relented with the drinking and offered him a bottle to keep his attention.
What keeps our attention is the farce of her running out of ideas and still claiming to work 80 hours a week, only allowing herself Sunday off, but still using that day to write Patreon letters. What won’t grubby beach bum freeloader turned manor matron do to keep coasting with her patrons ?
Today will be the same but less again as even she is getting bored with herself. Wonder how the various renos are doing; who cares, this is Italy, everything moves slowly, if at all. No visit to a hilltop town for Christmas, because she doesn’t drive and has no green pass. My guess is another faux recipe, with Guido manacled to the chair, a bottle of wine no longer incentive enough to stay during his two days back from his life in Florence.