KyLIE Wits can’t possibly come up with anything original for her next slog; she’s stuck like a stuck pig on the bacon route. Speaking of bacon, Guido RED Speedo has run his last leg of the Pencil Pines Marathon; he’s already too red in the face ashamed that his little running legs have been posted on UTube by his darling, passive aggressive narc wife to be or not to be. Ma and pa are packing up for who knows where; anywhere but Magliano, where all they got to do was scivvy work, moving big urns around, dragging giant tables down stairs as they acted as anchors tethered to ropes around their waists, building endless shelving units, piloting wheelbarrows down hillsides, stacking wood in the dark, picking olives on tree slopes, foraging and gathering roots and greens from last year’s garden crop and berries from well picked bushes. This Dolce Vita has been denied them by their all consuming offspring of a daughter and they’re heading for the sea, with or without a boat. Soon the manor will have a new Countess, only trouble is, she will be living there alone with only a car, painted like the bathroom, she cannot drive. Maybe she’ll stencil it with what; please leave suggestions in her comment section to keep active the algorithm, whether roses, white or vines. The stairs she started placing with thoughtless enthusiasm stopped because the math did not work out, unless she wants the stepping stones to float above the hillside slope that descends steeper than she projected and then abandoned. The pigsty, we see, is just a pile of rocks; she can get started on that or prepare the KFCoop for the influx of crazy subscribers soon descending in Spring, looking for the Disneyland she’s promised them in Italy. One thing is certain; it won’t be original, insightful or inspired.