X is for xenophobic

I wake up with Dolores poking me in the back and decide (with a good pang of Catholic guilt) not to go to church.

I go to Z.. for a cappucino. I still can't decide whether the girl who works there dislikes me, dislikes strangers/foreigners, isn't good in the morning or simply doesn't derive an awful lot of satisfaction from her job. I wonder whether face like a spanked bottom translates into Italian?

I wander through the Sunday crowds back home via a gelato stop. I have decided that as I am nearly at the end of my stay I should sample as many flavours as possible. A large scoop of rum and raisin for lunch.....sometimes it's fun being a grown up.

Katy

(X is for X - The Spirals)