Sleeping Ordinary has awakened....

I (Jane) have created this title as this is my first imput in the bloggs for some time, given that I have been doing a lot of sleeping for some time.

To explain the 'Ordinary', I took my hat off in front of an Italian today and was told that I looked beautiful in my hat, which I have taken as a gentle Italian suggestion that I should be wearing a paper bag on my head.

Before I move onto the next few days, I need to elaborate somewhat on the Don incident. We had lunch with Don on the boat, which was, say, day 20 of the trip. He asked us where we had been on our trip and where we were going to next. So as not to injure his pride and point out that he had no idea who we were, we rattled off all the places he had been, and all the ones he was going to. He still did not twig that perhaps we had been on the same tour for sometime.

(It was his wife who thought Steve Irwin was on the bus with us. Hmmm.)

We were both very excited about going to Pompeii, but in Trafalgar style we virtually saw nothing of it. We rebelled afterwards, having been given 25 minutes for lunchy and toddled off to have a leisurely pizza with another couple. We were the last four on the bus (just try and say something Mr Tour Director, cmmmonnnnnnnnn!!! I am writing this after dinner with half a bottle of red wine).

We did see the Brothel and a little bit of one of the baths. There were two plaster casts of people in there, it was very sad, you could see the expression on their faces.

I can't help it, one of our fellow travellers remarked to Daniel that it was amazing how clear the house numbers were after all the years. (They were the modern numerals put onto the site by the excavators). Daniel agreed that it was amazing.

Jane wants it to be known that she has ceased to type from this point due to fatigue.

After Pompeii we drove onto Rome where we were put in an incredibly small room without a bath. More to come.