Mrs. Tyhurst is visiting the city sadly senza her dear companion Mrs. Lawton. She is instead in the company of her faithful and devoted husband, Mr. Lord.
A slight disagreement at the airport : Mr L refused to buy a tiny biscuit to accompany coffees causing a protracted queer turn lasting several hours and protestations of 'I'm never going on holiday again' etc.
Mrs. T was eventually restored to something (vaguely) approaching normality after an early night and a lovely breakfast.
Back to the subject in hand, or rather, on the end of a pole.
It's always interesting observing tourist items for sale - you know, little sunhats, fridge magnets of the pope...those sorts of things.
Now it's selfie sticks.
All over Rome simply everyone is smiling into a phone on a stick.
Mrs. T has health and safety concerns.
Mr. Lord has bravely directed her over the Forum and the Palatine Hill.
Mrs. T is rather taken with the pines and has developed several amusing little ideas for photographs (seagulls in various places, and pictures of Mr. L's head with columns.....)
A few bottles of vino rosso and the silly old thing should be right as rain.
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