I am heading to a wedding in Italy tomorrow for Saturday. My sister's son is getting hitched to a lassie called Maria from between Rome and the Northern border. Somewhere called St George. 200 miles north of Rome. Hiring a car. Big stress. I might never make it back home. They are living and working here this while. They will live here. But they have no marital relations until after the wedding in keeping with family moral code on both sides. They can kiss and cuddle.
She told me she found me very intelligent and educated and a gentleman farmer.
I heard the Italian chipper man in town is invited and I had a row with him over chips, I told you that before. The boyos may be winding me up though. Please pray that I made it back, I have one of my sons coming with me and he is well travelled and made the arrangements. Returning ASAP.
I have to go because I an the unofficial head of the clan Like the chieftains of old.