Taxman has decided to break our decade-long agreement about anniversary gifts.
No chocolate or flowers for him, no sir.
Instead he is taking me to Italy, an idea I have floated for at least the past nine years but didn’t expect for at least another five. Or 10.
Now I must know: if you had just four days in Italy in the early spring, no kids,* what would you do and where? (Go light on the churches. No Vatican visit necessary for us.)
Of course I will re-read A Room with a View. Which isn’t relevant at all, unless you’re me.
* Beyond “sitting very quietly, drinking coffee while it is still hot, and having actual conversation.” Hypothetically we can do that on Friday mornings in our very own city. If we’re not cleaning the house, of course.